by Drora Matlofsky

Bit by bit,
We throw out
The wrappings
To get to the core,
The real thing,
Pure, undisguised.
Wrapping after wrapping,
Transparent plastic,
Bright red cardboard,
Silver foil.
It piles up and up.
The bin overflows.
Coloured ribbons dangle to the floor.
Plastic bags puff out.
There is more and more.
It becomes a compulsion.
Weed out suspicious vegetable
Get rid of your schmattes.
All must go,
Outer glitter,
Piles of colourful peelings,
Bit by bit,
Until we are left
With only the pit
Of reality.

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated September 24, 2015