Through the glass I elevate with the doctors
yanked by chance, the goyish meshuge boychik
rising to rabbinical spring convention.
crowd against the corner of full length mirrors
dangling in a system of cable pulleys.
“Hello!” badges scribbled in magic marker
curl at the edges.
Luck would have me wearing the black fedora,
hirsute, hair shirt, overcoat austere business.
Funhouse image davening to the skyline–