UNDERWORLD
Hasty makes the wide hole wider, the
barn door open, the dogs out. Stupid
questions, stupid answers. References
not even a nun would approach. Who
loves you? 'God loves you,' Sister Mary
Martyr Joseph says. On the tabletop,
her Essence of Cintop tea is getting
colder. My entire life is like glittering,
twisting smoke, the steam puff of
a miraculous, momentary drink.
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