Each time I visit my primary care physician,
he tries to save my Jewish soul.
He humbly suggests I ask myself
which one of us will be eternally condemned?
I suggest God has room for both of us in Heaven.
His God disapproves of my Gay Bingo t-shirt
which I have stopped wearing now that I
live in an intolerant yet friendly small southern town.
I used to study on a Quaker campus
near one of the most diverse U.S. cities.
Our discussion is one of faith, values, and trust.
He excises the dark mole from my left shoulder.
It is numb and I feel nothing.
The pathology report will be back in a week.
He’d make a great Talmudic scholar.
When he demurs as a man of Christ, I explain
I respect his wisdom and his gentle teaching.
Stitches should come out in a week;
by then we’ll know malignant or benign.
The fate of our souls will still be up in the air.
Shari Elizabeth Berk
June 24, 2004