Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Catholicism in Reverse

my writing often lacks imagery 
this is is a weakness
i will address this here: 

there is a mirror that reflects only shadow
i see a door in it 
and it’s the kind of shape that moves whenever it’s in the corner of your eye
and it’s the kind of thing that’ll drive you nuts

once there was a tree i hid under in a rainstorm 
Johnny met me there; we ran to it from our cars
i held up a bowl and we fought the wind to smoke it
and then we both went to our separate homes 

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