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The Beef Tongue
- Wilfrid Laurier University Press
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73 The Beef Tongue I learned to smuggle early in life. I was nine, with mother bringing home meat from a farm. She carried most of it in her bag, gave me the beef tongue, tied around my waist, hid in layers of a long skirt—my grandmother’s. Miserable tongue hanging between my legs. Don’t know how they wrapped it so it wouldn’t bleed all over. A bouquet of flowers to cover it, imagining girls in the train laughing at my hanging tongue. ...
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