Contributed By: John Guzlowski
His new false teeth made it hard
For him to speak the French
He wanted to whisper to her,
Those lines from Baudelaire,
That always touched him so,
Lines about the light love creates,
So Eliot took the teeth out
And gummed his Baudelaire
Until she begged him to stop,
Her tears rolling through
Her laughter but he wouldn’t.
He just kept spitting out vowels
Vibrating them with his slippery
Red gums and mulish laughter.
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Okla Elliott: In the title story of your collection Swarm to Glory, a Jewish girl is placed in a Christian foster home, and the theme of religious affiliation and stereotypes emerge several times. What caused you to choose the situation of foster care as the backdrop for investigating Christian/Jewish relations and stereotypes? Garnett Kilberg Cohen: That story began […]
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