Beauty for Breakfast
When they come for me, they will not be able to find me because I’ll be hidden in stones and oatmeal and three minute words.
I will not die —
Beginning to remember.
Somebody lost a glove,
………but it is not me.
………………………Mine is not on the ground. I do not
..know where mine is.
Your eyes tire me out, but I will listen. I will devour the breakfast that you have prepared for me and clean the plate with my bread, mopping up the very last drop.
Reading the Gospel of Matthew, we rise with him to the mountain top
and plunge into the epistemic anxiety of the parables. The Sermon gives us clarity.
Trying to interpret the parables reminds us that God’s intellect is beyond
the comprehension of our own. As we wrestle with the apparent
contradictions and tensions of divine justice, we can perhaps,
in our own extremely limited way, partake in the vulnerability
that he felt when he submitted himself to the ultimate just injustice
decreed by God. But because of this, we can all the more share
The ….weight of yours
On the weight of mine
Because of your freckled.
Ariella Katz is a Boston native living in Moscow, Russia. Her writing has appeared in Arion, The Gate, and East from Chicago. She is the co-editor of Does the Sun Have a Light Switch? A Literary Criminal Almanac, an anthology of stories and poetry by formerly incarcerated people in Moscow.