my mother would know
the exact Yiddish word
for how I am feeling right now
the clock ticking
is a torture device
the voices reverberating,
shaking the tables and walls,
are wrenches to tear me
from my Earth-sense,
the feel of ground
beneath feet and mind
"Tsamished",
I think the word
would be
she used it
when I looked confused
or when the SNAFU
was all fucked up
leave it to Mom
to know me so well
as to linguistically devise
a new reality for me
out of fragments
handed down in shards
and torn bits
of lost conversation
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