Where do you come from, how long are you here, what do you think about israel, who are you voting for, who are you, what’s your name again, are you going to make aliah, why are you here.
it’s a consolation at least to know in life you can wear many hats.
often the beaches get crowded, and people leave cigarette butts and plastic cups to rot, and you can’t start to pick up all the trash that will roll on with the waves-
and then you hear the ice cream man scream ‘artic’ and you plead perhaps you can answer-
what flavor do you like it?
—- and how do you rival the bits and pieces of yourself that don’t quite get along?