Archive for February 1st, 2021

Monday, 1 February 2021

I Want an Electric Juicer by Maya Tevet Dayan

Why electric? What’s wrong with the real kind?
my dead grandmother asks. All of our lives
we squeezed oranges by hand.

Why should she work so hard if there’s an easier way?
That’s my mother, from her life in the beyond.

You two are always looking to spend money,
my grandmother grumbles. An entire life and death,
and she’s still lecturing us.

Buy yourself one and I’ll pay for it, my mother ends the discussion,
as if she still has a bank account,
as if I am not paying from my pocket
for all the gifts she has bought me, since her death.

I’ll buy it for you, Bubbaleh,
my grandmother concedes, lifting
the burden, as usual, from my mother.

After all, she has left us a goodly amount
from all the taxis she never rode,
the leftover food she refused to throw away,
the tea bag she dipped into the same cup until it fainted,
the socks she darned. What will I leave behind,

except for tormented conversations with the dead?
What will I manage to put aside from all the coins
accumulated on my behalf, through endless hours of labor,
human lives, hardworking generations. I don’t even like

oranges. But you need vitamin C for your health, my dead
grandmother interjects. See, we are starting up again.


Date: 2019 (original in Hebrew); 2020 (translation in English)

By: Maya Tevet Dayan (1975- )

Translated by: Jane Medved (19??- )