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      August 17, 2018HeirloomA.M. Juster

      I know that I was suckered in:
      firm curves bulging, olive skin,
      perfectly well-rounded cheeks
      rubified with port-wine streaks,
      the saffron crown with one deep crack,
      an eggplant-colored nob in back—
      a touch of tumor. It would still
      be sunning on my windowsill—
      art illustrating daily life—
      except I took my carving knife
      and slowly sliced five slabs of fresh,
      soil-sweet, yet vaguely bitter flesh.
       
       
      A.M. Juster is the guest on Rattlecast #62! Click here to watch …

      from #60 - Summer 2018

      A.M. Juster

      “I was a three-sport letterman in high school (albeit a tiny high school) and was recruited by Yale to play soccer, where after three weeks I gave up the sport for the great books program and other distractions of college. Although my basketball letter was a charity letter, in my early 40s I did shoot for one minute at the halftime of a Celtics-Cavaliers game as part of a five-man team that defeated 32 other teams in the Red Auerbach Charity Shootout.”