After the Flight
You do the DNA test
Bring the sealed results to a funeral weekend
Everyone gorges on Chinese food
In the living room you reach into the envelope
There is laughing about our thousand year lineage
About how much this or that, as if we know
Most everything we’d know
Except the 10.5% Jewish
Looking at each other
That one word
Stands up on the page
Like a boney stereotype
The sound of Ashkenazi
Someone Googles it
Most of all, laughter
2-4 generations back
10.5% of our blood. 10.5% of the giggling
My Jewish friends get a text
A little allure about Jews
African Americans and Jews
And now some of them is
you
When Chinese food was empty trays and egg drop soup
During landing, considering
The wheels touching down
Spinning hot and burnt
Amongst cornfields, dead and tall
Hearing their wheezing breaths
You realize
This is 10.5% targeted. 10.5% spit
10.5% grief and ash and bones
From a pit
This is kinfolk in a forest, hunched
Cousins, mocked, raped or blamed
An uncle or an aunt, 100%
Ducked into their own
Face full of tears
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