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 prose writer, magical realist, and a committed, intermittent poet. A 5-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. Her fabulist novel _The Puppet Turners of Narrow Interior_ appeared in March 2015 with Urban Farmhouse Press. Her poetry collection _How Formal?_ was published in 2014 with Spout Hill Press and her prose poem collection _SEX WITH BUILDINGS_ was published in May 2012 by Dancing Girl Press. Stephanie is addicted to teaching; she taught composition for the first time ever at Edmonds Community College. She is currently managing editor for SHARK REEF literary magazine and trying to make something happen with her second novel manuscript.
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