Viva Shmaltz!

One Bella Levenshteyn
Eight hundred and seventy-five miles away
Walking in Washington Square Park
Remembers how we once walked and talked
(How avidly, I might add, or exuberantly calmly
We shmoozed and strolled)
And in that recollection admits to feeling sentimental
And in that sentimental moment phones
And leaves that very avowal
Snug in my voice mail
Enticing me to press “4”
And listen to it all over again
And again
And write these cheesy lines:
Live, from New York and Saint Louis!
Shmaltz is alive and kicking!


Washington Square Park

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