Jerry Seinfeld would call me a snob.
Me, a believer that truly brilliant writing
needs a deep understanding
of the wide spectrum of human emotions.
Him, co-creator of a show
about nothing,
yet wise enough to know:
even nothing is something.
And who dare argue
with the man who saved Snapple
and thinks he’s saving Israel
while larping
as the IDF
in 2018,
mock killing Palestinians
who are killed for real
a few miles away.
All to fly 5,677 miles
home
to his NY Knicks
and his courtside tickets.
Now,
2026: Mayor Mamdani’s NYC
the Knicks first championship win
since 1973.
Jerry,
and the whole stadium,
Mayor Mamdani,
and the whole city
at watch parties
electric
street filling joy
spreading
New York
to New Jersey:
an eruption
of celebration,
as one.
The stadium,
a stone’s throw
from Palestinian Brooklyn
intertwined
with Jewish Brooklyn
and Palestinian Patterson
adjacent
Jewish Fair Lawn
where tensions must be buried
memories are long,
trauma, genetic
and walls
unnecessary.
Because
everyday
a better story
can be written
by better people
than Jerry Seinfeld
and me
as on the night of June 13, 2026
when every color and creed
of New York and New Jersey
chanted
My mayor Muslim,
my bagel Jewish
my Christian, Dior
Knicks took it in five, not four*
*Italicised lines based on the viral rhyme created by MD Ahnaf Hossain prior to game 4.
H.G. is an American poet based in New York. She holds an MA in history and is working on her first verse novel. Her previous poems have appeared in The Inflectionist Review, The Amphibian, The New Verse News, Blue Minaret and is forthcoming in Neon & Smoke.
