My wife—québécoise catholic,
meaning lapsed—of eight hours
is opening wedding presents
in our hotel room. The tall blond
shiksa Ken’s found himself (my uncle
Herbie’s description) raises
her blue eyes and bewildered by
such family generosity, declares
The first three presents are from
the same couple—did I meet
Mazel and Tov?


Author’s Bio

Ken Victor has published poetry in numerous journals in both the US and Canada. Recently, he received honourable mention for the Diana Brebner prize from Arc Poetry Magazine. Originally from Boston, he now makes his home in the Gatineau Hills of West Quebec.