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A LITTLE PRAYER FOR SUNDAY*
Give me a break from flashing cops, the HMO and the temples of social security, from bookkeepers, the keepers of jargon, and temp agency secretaries with helmet-like hair. They’re been shooting here all morning; the partridge hunters and the dogcatcher roam my countryside. Newspapers -- filled with black-fisted Orthodox men, and high-strung poetry critics, and openmouthed bulldozers -- fall like leaves upon my house. Why is it such a big deal to yield to a woman like me who lets others cut her off on the roads. I who lay me down to sleep with the hens at the foot of the well-lit shopping malls -- Hear my prayer. Please don’t add me to the culture package today. I who am not exempt from anything -- Grant me permission for one day off from the army. * Israel has a six-day work week. Sunday is a regular work day. © Translated by Lisa Katz From: Look There, [Re'eh Sham], Helikon-Tag |
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