Irrelative. A Poem by Miriam C. Jacobs

*For Ed Hall

Wash hands of him, rip collar,

band one arm in black.

Every year say kaddish, and press

a stone into the ground.

You saw his stumble on the down

step – a Mobile city bus –

two years old, but already wearing his father’s

sins – indistinct, sleepy, immobile

with Norman Rockwell crack,

his mother’s rage, “Get your black

ass up,” what the world will say

if he falls – dreaming – of red hair and freckles,

promises exed. Of course,

she turns on him, tears that calendar

from the wall, pops his woolgathering

Jacobs recent head
MIRIAM C. JACOBS is a alumnus of the University of Chicago and teaches college writing, literature and humanities. Jacobs is the editor of Eyedrum Periodically, the art/literature journal of Eyedrum Art & Music Gallery, Atlanta. Her poetry has appeared in Jewish Literary Journal, The East Coast Literary Review, Record Magazine, The Camel Saloon, Bluestem: the Art and Literary Journal of Eastern Illinois University, The King’s English, and Oklahoma Today, among other publications. Her chapbook of poetry, The Naked Prince, was published by Fort!/Da? Books in September 2013. Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop All the Babble of the Souk. Robin Ouzman Hislop the Babble of the Souk