ONCE I WAS AS THIN AS EGYPT

can i be spreading out? once i was
as thin as egypt, now i'm
spreading out, roll over jeans,
roll over belts, and getting
wider by the milk and honey.
will a week of matzoh make
it better. cleaning an
cleaning i rid myself of every
wasteful thing and here,
this old mood ring, and thirty nine
packets of old duck sauce and,
do you need this cap from that
old pen? and then, what will you
do with half an old antenna anyway?
these are all the tokens of
never letting go, of one day
i'll use that again,
but the again can only
happen in egypt, and tonight
i am being freed of it.
in these next days, flat bread,
flat bread, oh stalte bread
and water, bitter herbs
and hard rememberances,
make me thin enough to
pass through these
narrow straights!