An anxious Jew, always waiting

for the other shoe to drop,r

met a spirited Latina who could,

God forbid, lose one leg

and keep dancing on the other.

Vowing to adopt her point of view,

he traded all his tiresome oy veys

for her exuberant oles.

In his guayabera shirt,

he planted red hibiscus by the porch,

worrying endlessly

that they would shrivel in the heat.)

(Originally published in Bop Dead City)