September 18, 2018 by Rishe Groner
(See last year’s prayer here.)
Yom Kippur is here, and I churn.
Like my foremothers, who stood at the helm of domestic technologies
Spinning
Weaving
Churning
Kneading
I feel my insides move and dilate.
It’s hard to think straight.
Am I here to offer apology?
To demand pardoning?
To ask forgiveness?