She knows that she’s an Ashkenazi Jew:
near-sighted, good with numbers, big of nose.
The other word (Sephardic) isn’t true
of her, and every Jew is these or those.
She feels she ought to like Gefilte fish
and potted meat, her mother’s chicken soup,
but she’s inclined to fresh. Her favorite dish
is salad from the local garden group.

(Perhaps she’s Rastafarian at heart.
Her ego strong, she longs to work and earn
her goods. She only prays outside, apart
from synagogue. She didn’t have to learn
to love herself and value family;
those attitudes impel her naturally.)