Sunday, 1 March 2009

The Curious Case of Holy Smokes



she crosses herself 
at the slight sight of earthliness, 
she drowns her face in the sand 
the same way she sub-
-merges her soul in holy water, 
and prays blindly like a child.

...meanwhile across town on 42nd and 10th...

her daughter is a healthy, 
thriving 
lesbian
with a 
flourishing crop 
of hair 
on her 
head.


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