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all the goyim look so goy. I’m afraid of the Italians,
with those zaftig sideburns like revolvers. “I shall
be back to collect for another 4 weeks.” A dowry to be
ironed out—modern style, but still sensational. Meanwhile,
you can throw me in the corner of any place as long as I’m
with my relatives. Well, maybe we’re all New Yorkers.
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isn’t my face. I’m an old lady, close to a soup
person, and it doesn’t matter. “How old are you? Pick
any number. I get to kiss you 49 times.” With whom? “Good:
let ’em think. Not that we’d be an odd couple.” Hopefully,
we’re dressed for it. I must have something that people,
when they suddenly glance at me in a room, they sometimes like the
was looking at me steadily, and he knew quality when he saw it. I
think soon there’ll be some present.
the author of seven books of poetry, including Peace Conference (Marsh
Hawk Press, 2011) and a book of collaborative poetry with Maya
Diablo Mason, Autopsy Turvy (Meritage
Press, 2010). A Different Sense of Power (Fairleigh
Dickinson UP, 2001) is his most recent book of criticism.