CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER
CONNECTING PEOPLE TO IDEAS AND TO EACH OTHER

WHEN I LIVED IN NEW YORK

This matzah ball soup
Reminds me of my grandmother
I’m so close to her here in Brooklyn city of her birth

Darling as she called everyone
Let’s be sentimentalists together
And forget about her personality disorder

Forget her in the attic on St Marks Avenue
Thinking her baby was a bouquet of flowers
Instead regard the mama bird

Feeding her openmouthed chicks
Who is the worm I am the worm
Who is the mother I am the …

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