Jerry’s Scurvy By Gerard Sarnat

Chapter One — France

Survivor-begotten, shuttled among camps, ladies in feather hats served us Duck a l’Orange. Gangs cursed my pidgin Yiddish behind doors where no-one knew I’m a tangerine.

Chapter Two — Chicago

Gaelic nickname, gift for gab, auburn sidecurls; gangs kicked my grapefruits, called me Girlie, Kike.

Chapter Three — Auschwitz

Solid red brick’s like grade-school was. It’s almost lovely. Birds sing. One grassy boxcar fades toward the lemon horizon.

© 2014 Gerard Sarnat

Gerard Sarnat is the author of two critically acclaimed poetry collections: HOMELESS CHRONICLES from Abraham to Burning Man and Disputes. His flash-fiction and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in over eighty journals and anthologies. http://www.GerardSarnat.com

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