Poem For Elisha Wagman On Valentines Day

Dear Ms. Wagman,

Please marry me. I don’t believe in marriage, and I
strongly suggest neither should you. Therefore, it
should work out perfectly.
The men you have touched, they come to you saying, We
were wrong. We have become new again. Come inside us
and we will serve you.
But you are alone in the cave, on the mountain. And
that is where you are meant to be. And I, your
hermitted neighbour, praying to a different, but quite
similar G-d. Come visit me. And we will marry. I’m not
good in bed, but I make a good cup of tea.