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You Hate Me

You hate me, but you do not need my body for that. In fact, it’s much easier without my body. All you really need is the idea of me, the vessel into which you pour everything you're afraid is in you and that you do not want to be.

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I'm a poet and essayist. I write about poetry, writing, and translation; gender and sexuality; Jewish identity and culture; and the politics of higher education.