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A New Yorker poem about Star Market

The poem by Marie Howe (who used to live around here) starts:

The people Jesus loved were shopping at the Star Market yesterday.
An old lead-colored man standing next to me at the checkout
breathed so heavily I had to step back a few steps.

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