she watches him put away dinner:
chicken breast, pale and saltless -
he and his family cannot abide
fat or skin or bones -
and challah and purple wine.
“he is a good husband,”
she says, her eyes a bit watery,
her knuckles the same color
as the chicken.
“he treats you like priceless art.”
yes, well -
it is a terrible
to be magritte’s horse,
useful parts [the head,
the sufficient hips, the spine]
on display and the rest
by unfeeling trees.
This piece is inspired by The Blank Signature by René Magritte.
This piece is a part of the Berru Poetry Series, which supports Jewish poetry and poets on PB Daily. JBC also awards the Berru Poetry Award in memory of Ruth and Bernie Weinflash as a part of the National Jewish Book Awards. Click here to see the 2019 winner of the prize. If you’re interested in participating in the series, please check out the guidelines here.