Muslim woman at the office

. "I'll quadruple this country's chances when they invent a music parents hate." - attaché at an embassy pool party Told that joke about the housewife (took an ear of corn, not mouth-wise,) and she laughed too long, cupping her scarf up over her rotten teeth. She'd a holy faith in breast creams; said, I haven't eaten all week. Don't know why. But by God, something in me is dying to get out. You could tell her what: a doubt, a body buried. A mouth vicious with teeth. It's a god-damn, a corncob.