Feh!
1. Expression of disgust.
2. Epithet for indignant disapproval.
3. Forceful epithet to signify rejection.
—Leo Rosten
            
Feh! was the soul-destroyer
in her clan, reducing her
to a puddle on the floor
when her mother deployed it,
spitting it at her as she showed off
her just-bought snazzy dress—though she knew
it might not be her mom’s true judgment
so much as the residue of some stick-in-the-craw aggravation 
as yet unresolved. Feh! cut through layers
of joy—like a warmed knife through
ice-cream cake she’s never gonna
get a piece of—when she’s several celestial
spheres over the moon about a new boyfriend—
who’s a decade younger than the doctor
with the family seal of approval who just 
dropped her—and a pizza chef, to boot!
and her favorite aunt pronounces him Feh!
cutting her dead. 

More scornful than bah! more disgusted
than bleah! and not even slightly
funny, like yuck! or blech!
Feh! was far worse than tsk-tsk, than rolling eyes,
than a heavy sigh; it left nothing to discuss,
to work with, to redeem. It was reserved
for the reprobate, the beyond lost, the hopeless.                                            
It had the whole army of righteousness
at its back, excommunicating the recipients
of its derision by fiat, making her long
for the heartfelt Mazel Tovs and Siman Tovs
of her tribe—exuberant as hora dancers
ringing the wedded pair in approbation and love.