I bled and they said I was a woman. I only felt closer to dying and thought my molted heart had fallen out.
I stammered through the Torah. They said I was an adult, then showered me with trinkets. I couldn’t tell who was disillusioned.
I broiled under his bourboned breath. He bit at the tzitzit splayed on my thigh and said he’d make me a woman. His absinthe-tinted eyes pierced through my tears. The sense of dying resurged.
They found him bludgeoned by the scroll. I bled, but so did he.
I finally felt like an adult. The judge concurred.