1
I count the chimneys high up over
the elevator train tracks until all the sweetness
is sucked from my sticks of Juicy Fruit.
Where are we going?
You’ll see, my father says.
We arrive at a red brick building.
Here are your pajamas, the matron says.
Put them on.
When I turn around, my father is gone.
No one tells me my mother went to a T.B. sanitorium.
2
I sit on a board between two chairs.
My brown curls drop to the floor between tears.
It’s Buster Brown in the barber’s mirror,
not me.
3
We slurp milk and spoon potatoes into our mouths.
The matrons, many Holocaust survivors, hover.
Eat, think of the starving children in Europe.
I stare at my plate night after night, the globs
of egg yolk and peas. I tiptoe
across the room, stuff a clump of meat behind
the radiator. The next night, a crumbled cupcake,
a ripe banana. I feed the radiator until
it gives off a putrid smell.
The matrons rail against vermin,
but they understand despair.
4
One matron’s voice is melodious.
I climb the steps to the attic room to visit
the doll she keeps for me. The matron is
propped up by pillows, one leg in a white cast.
She sings my name and lets me touch the hard plaster.
5
I dream of sticks of Juicy Fruit. Chewing and chewing
and chewing out all the sweetness.
6
My mother appears one Sunday after two years.
She smells of Silent Night toilet water.
She holds out a pair of new Mary Janes.
I pull off my brown high-tops and walk up and down
in my shiny patent shoes.
Why are you limping? she asks.
It’s not me.
Juicy Fruit
Harriet Shenkman is a Professor Emerita in Education at City University of New York. Her poetry awards include the Women’s National Book Association 2013 Annual Writing Contest in Poetry and the Women Who Write 2013 International Poetry and Short Prose Contest. Her poetry appeared in Union, the Raynes Poetry Competition Anthology, Evening Street Review, Third Wednesday, Jewish Currents, Jewish Magazine, Westchester Review, The Pink Panther, Oyez Review, The Alexandria Quarterly, Comstock Review, The Berru Poetry Series, The Sunlight Press, The Quartet Journal, Persimmon Tree and in two chapbooks, Teetering and The Present Abandoned (Finishing Line Press). She is currently working on a poetry collection entitled Bearing Witness.