Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		JR Walsh Body of Christ Chewing God was a problem for her. Or rather, my chewing God, for thirty years was a problem for me as she saw things. The things she saw: God in my molars and I don't iron my slacks. It's better to let God melt? Next Poem
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