In her last posts, Melissa Broder conducted a “Jewish vs. Goyish litmus test” for the year in review, shared the B‑Sides of her forthcoming When You Say One Thing but Mean Your Mother (Feb. 6), imagined being in Hebrew School with John Stewart, Bob Dylan, and Rahm Emanuel, and wrote her pen pal Esther Schwebel.
Help me remember to approach you laughing, like our friend Tevye the milkman.
Help me remember that I don’t need to sit perfect lotus, farting Braggs amino acids at an Ojai mountain retreat, to know the nearness of you. I pray on subways.
Somehow, my people found you in ghettos, eating miltz and schmaltz. Later you blessed them with cole slaw and corned beef.
This summer I ate meat on the sly for a week. Bless me too.
Melissa Broder is the author of When You Say One Thing but Mean Your Mother. She is the curator of the Polestar Poetry Series and the Chief Editor of La Petite Zine. She is the winner of the Jerome Lowell Dejur Award and the Stark Prize for Poetry. Broder received her BA from Tufts University and is currently in the MFA program at the CCNY. By day, she works as a literary publicist. Her poems have appeared in many journals, including: Opium, Shampoo, Conte and The Del Sol Review. She lives in Brooklyn. Visit her website http://www.melissabroder.com/.
Melissa Broder is the author of the novel The Pisces, the essay collection So Sad Today and four poetry collections, including Last Sext. She has written for The New York Times, Elle.com, VICE, Vogue Italia, and New York magazine’s “The Cut.” Her poems have appeared in POETRY, The Iowa Review, Tin House, and Guernica, and she is the winner of a Pushcart Prize for poetry. She lives in Los Angeles.