dinner for two

When I talk about yiddishkeit
I’m mostly negative
It’s easier to talk about what I hate
Than all the things that I love

The ability to be happy
With what we have
Is what separates the merely religious
From the truly faithful

The thing that makes me
love talking to her
is only the story of my bitterness and disappointment
and none of my idealism and joy

it makes me sad that I only tell half the tale
and that I’m scared to tell her the rest