over a beer

I met him at this bar and he
said, I often think of my
aunt Sally from Boston.   she
never used toothpaste, curlers
knife or fork. she once strapped
7 tomcats to her ironing board
cut out their tongues
boiled them in vinegar and
mayonnaise
ate them
then took a train to Trenton
and married a banker with a
face like a frog.   aunt Sally
never went to church
he said.
no shit? I asked.   no shit
he said.
did she eat the cats? I asked.
no, he answered, don’t you
understand?:   just the
tongues.

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