Dreamy (but clammy) early Summer day. Worked and wrote, talked and smoked.
As
Below
Perhaps I left the blender on indefinitely. Vortex
purring in place of my heart. I unplugged so many
things after you left I must have forgot.
Above
Dismiss the deacons before the disciples.
I swim here crosseyed, hours waiting for
translation from on high... I hum
the peasant children's favorite hymns while
they smolder, melodies I taught myself and thus
to them. Children: " 'I bathe while your schools
burn' amen". Tomorrow they will build a statue of me.
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