My Facebook friends tell me “Don’t look”
at the hacked nude photos of celebrities.
My neighbors say I shouldn’t read about the
patient diagnosed with Ebola in our local hospital.
My shrink advises me not to watch the beheadings
of the journalists by Jihadists on CNN.
When my investment portfolio falls 20%
my accountant recommends situation comedies.
“My hair is falling out,” I complain to my barber. She
takes the mirror from my hand and repositions the chair.
At my grandmother's funeral, my family encourages
me to close my eyes when I pay my respects.
But I want to look.
It must be the formative training by the Rabbis urging me
to look for the truth in God.
This is what I tell Lois when she finds me examining
Jennifer Lawrence’s naked photos on my computer.
She sighs and turns away.