Daily Archives: April 8, 2021


“Go outside and yell at God,” the Rabbi says.
“It’s okay if you want to yell for a while.
Honest.” I used to yell at God, gesturing
wildly at the ceiling. “I know what you want
me to do! I’m paying attention. I see
what you have in mind. But that’s not what I want!
I have other plans, you know?” I never won
those arguments. The low white ceiling ignored
me, but I could swear I heard laughing, and glared.
Now I’m thinking I don’t want to go outside,
no matter what the Rabbi says. Can’t I yell
at God from my kitchen while onions simmer,
pouring olive oil, dicing peppers, chopping
through thick stems of rabe? I mutter to myself.