The Lives of Isaac

I was born a Jew who could sell a riddle to the sphinx. In my mouth nouns married adjectives and entered the world as a sales pitch– a quick hard sell, offer driven, Big Value for a Buck. I had fleshy features, small sturdy hands and sawed-off white teeth that could tear small pieces of

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The Cutters

(Martha Manning Dress Factory) I was afraid of them, I think– afraid of their white bulky underarms, the way they handled bolts of cloth, pulling them from the shelves or tossing them on the tables almost without effort, how they smiled at the dock foreman, how they called me “Pet” and said I was shy.

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