That's No Fallen Woman, That's My Wife Poem by gershon hepner

That's No Fallen Woman, That's My Wife



While Gutenberg invented moving type
I hope that I can move you when I hype
your talents, calling not just as a foodie
who’s famished for you, but with calls for booty.
I hope that when I get from you what I
am hoping for, I won’t lose what I had.
You’re less American than apple-pie,
a quaintly querty type, but you’re not bad.
Although your language background may be French,
like Williams of Sonoma you’re a fan
of cooking, going beyond French, a wench
who knows just how to please her foodie man,
UnFrench but fallen, woman, d’you get kicks
by falling when you walk on Monte Mar?
If not, let’s move like type towards Route 66,
and trip the light fantastic in a car.

Inspired by an emergency call I received at 8.10am this morning from Ravital Kempe and her friend Judy Michaelson, who asked me to drive immediately to the corner of Reeves Street and Monte Mar. Doing this as requested, I found Linda being supported by Avital, having tripped on the sidewalk, and being unable to get up without the help of Ravital and Judy because of severe pain in her left groin. This did not prevent Linda from preparing for me three pancakes with maple syrup which I was able to eat while watching CBS Sunday Morning with her. The poem contains allusions to four segments in that program. One segment was on the difference between the effect of Gutenberg’s discovery of moveable type and the discovery of the E-book. Another segment was on Stanley Tucci, a foodie whose performance as Julia Child’s diplomatic husband has become iconic. Another segment was on a vocal group called Manhattan Transfer. For nearly thirty years they have been singing classics like “Kicks on Route Sixty-Six.” Another segment was on the 94-year old founder of Williams Sonoma, who introduced French kitchenware to the United States in 1954, years before Julia Child introduced French cooking to the country or Linda introduced it to the French language. Finally there was a segment on Alfred Wertheimer’s photos of Elvis taken in 1956, just before the release of his break-our record, “Jailhouse Rock, ” when he was only twenty-one. These amazing photos are now being exhibited in a gallery in Los Angeles. One of the people interviewed said about Elvis’s quest for fame: “He got what he wanted, but lost what he had.”

Here is a note on the expression booty call. It is a telephone call, other communication, or visitation made with the sole intent of arranging a meeting for sexual acts with the person being contacted. It is associated with casual sex between people who have established a casual relationship, 'friends with benefits', or more serious relationship that involves sexual relations. It is not to be confused with phone sex. The phrase is thought to have originated in a comedic routine by stand-up comedian Bill Bellamy in the early 1990s. However, the widespread, conscious awareness of the term originated with BLACKstreet's debut hit single 'Booti Call' in 1994, and was further popularized when musician Fast Eddie's 1995 dance song 'Booty Call' received wide airplay in certain regions of America. As such, the term was originally generally associated with African-American males, but it is now used by and about persons of either gender, and any ethnicity, requesting sexual favors by calling an acquaintance that may or may not be romantically linked to the caller.

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