Christmas Poems for the Elderly

    Matia Emsellem

“In Judaism, we children did not grow up with nursery rhymes, rather we had cautionary tales of plagues, wine splatters across plates to resemble the blood of sheep and cattle, protests against Guiliani and protests against drinking to the afflictions of others. Our throats filled with the growls of grogers, we grew in reverse and memorized the entire Barabara Streisand discography by age 7...”
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© nueoi
to nurture, to feed; the past tense of stone fruit.