i genuinely think being jewish makes you a better writer.
you tell me of grief and i trace the tattoo of my great grandma in auschwitz. you tell me of fear and i watch my familys eyes widen like cornered animals at any perceived dogwhistle. you tell me of relief and i taste babka during my grandpas shiva. you tell me of longing and i reply to the countless family members asking me to show some yiddish off. you tell me of trauma and i pry open my dna for you all to see.
















