By: Kendall Krantz
The Cockney lad at the bar tells you he’s
a ‘istoriun wiv rev’lushunary idears.
A hairline mustache will ask you to weigh in on
He’s upset because his work
Respectfully requested he remove some photos—
Recreations of Hitler’s portraits taken
for a laugh.
I’m a Yiddish-speaking, Ashkenazi-Aryan dreamlass—
out on the Sabbath for gin and tonic.
An easy choice for a Skinhead to swoon over.
I ran away.
Drink abandoned half drunk, I had to do it—
sneak away like a snake in the underbrush,
if underbrush were the unbrushed hair of
a large Brit.
In the name of all that is unholy,
across the street sits a Jewish deli.
The Orthodox man ran my bank card:
“Are you here to find an English husband?”
“No, Sir, hashem forbid it.”
Kendall Krantz is a writer and undergrad at Brown University. She is pursuing a combined M.A./B.A. in English and Judaic Studies. Her work can be found in publications such as McSweeney's, the Tulane Review, and a forthcoming Kurt Vonnegut Literary Magazine, among others. She has a poetry chapbook entitled "Clockwork Android."