Jesus is coming to eat all our bagels.
What kind of car does he drive? my daughter asks.
A gold Cadillac I say — retrofitted — it runs on french fry oil.
That’s silly, she says.
I say no, it’s logical. He’s done with the modesty thing, he wants to make a statement – it didn’t work so well the last time you may remember.
And there’s just something memorable about an oversized auto painted the citron color of treasure.
You mean the canary-yellow of gilded independence?
Something like that, I say.
Now quick — pass the cream cheese.
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Stephanie Barbé Hammer is a magical realist prose fiction writer, novelist, occasional essayist, and a committed, intermittent poet, as well as a passionate instructor of writing. A 7-time nominee for the Pushcart Prize she has published work in Hayden's Ferry, Pearl, CRATE, Rhapsoidia, NYCBigCityLit, the East Jasmine Review, Apeiron, Inlandia, Literary Alchemy and the Bellevue Literary Review among other places. She is the author the fabulist novel THE PUPPET TURNERS OF NARROW INTERIOR (Urban Farmhouse Press), a novelette, RESCUE PLAN (Bamboo Dart Press), a prose poem chapbook collection, SEX WITH BUILDINGS (dancing girl press), and a poetry collection, HOW FORMAL (Spout Hill Press).
Stephanie's new novel PRETEND PLUMBER is available for order from your favorite bookstore, and her poetry chapbook CITY SLICKER will release in July 2022.
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