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seems there’s
an adult-size
naked jesus made of chocolate in the big apple this holy week
we’re all
invited on sunday to
lick it and eat it or should we say
him he is at
the roger smith hotel
gallery some groups are not finding this palatable the nutrition chart says our sweet messiah is four hundred
eighty five
thousand plus calories
almost half from fat about half of
these
saturated apparently no trans
we can be glad for that the
chocolaty
web photo contradicts all those
fair skinned salmoned
jesuses makes him look more gaunt than the reputed two hundred pounds though so he
must be solid not
like the state fair butter cow who’s built on chicken wire anyway I think our lord brought this on himself haven’t we been eating him for two thousand years I bet if there’d been chocolate in 33 a.d. he’d have broken a snickers bar said take eat
© Jacqueline Jackson 2007
The college where I earned my bachelor’s degree
was founded by the Swedish Covenant Church. I was a misfit there, as I have
been in many places, though I coincidentally have some Swedish ancestry. In biology lab, the fear of AIDS caused the
blood-typing assignment to be canceled. “You won’t miss
much,” the professor told us. “Everybody here always has
A-positive blood anyway.”
I gathered my books and rushed home to my
illegitimate biracial children while the other students — all young, tall, blond,
and fresh-faced — gathered in circles to chatter about Heidi’s
new perm and Brad’s ski trip. Passing invisibly among them, I had to
smile. My blood is A-positive, too. Our blood may or may not make us like everyone else
— but it does make us something. Corrine Frisch’s poem
“The Irish in Me” is about the profound depth of biological
ancestry. — Carol Manley, guest editor
The Irish in Me
The Irish in me prefers a minor key gray and gusty days give way to spots of sun —
one cottage in a field of uncut hay.
My Irish mind prefers to roam alone across the sea that separates my island home from me.
Corrine Frisch is a local poet and supporter of
poetry. A variety of her works have appeared in the Illinois Times over the years.
Send submissions to Jacqueline Jackson Presents
People’s Poetry to poetry@illinoistimes.com or to Illinois Times, P.O. Box 5256,
Springfield, IL 62705.
This article appears in Mar 29 – Apr 4, 2007.
