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Sunday Afternoon as Oil Pours into the Gulf

By Elliott batTzedek

Across a small suburban lawn
a very large man is riding
a very large tractor mower
with a bin so the clippings
won't have to be raked

while his young son is driving
his miniature Hummer
around and around the cull-du-sac

and my large ass is planted
in a chair in the house,
AC blasting,
scanning the internet
for photos of the horror,
and feeling sick
as I view them.

Added: Wednesday, July 2, 2014  /  Used with permission.
Elliott batTzedek

Elliott batTzedek holds an MFA in Poetry and Poetry in Translation from Drew University. She is the recipient of the Robert Bly translation prize, and a Leeway Foundation Art and Change Award. For her day jobs, she creates events and magic at Big Blue Marble Bookstore in Philadelphia, and works as a liturgist for several radical Jewish communities including Jewish Voice for Peace and Fringes: a feminist, non-zionist havurah. Her work appears in: Sakura Review, American Poetry Review, Massachusetts Review, Cahoodaloodaling, Naugatuck River Review, and Poemeleon. Her chapbook the enkindled coal of my tongue was published in January, 2017 by Wicked Banshee Press. Her translation of Dance of the Lunatic by the Israeli Jewish Lesbian poet Shez is forthcoming. Learn more about her poetry and translation on Elliott's blog.

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