Because the errant button of yer reality is so much more than just a simple stage curtain, it is a passionate pergola of corporeal longing, a recital for every botched blessing that somehow, like your body creatively configured in hard-right geometrical angles of grace, is still to come.....
Sunday, June 27, 2004
Interlude: Indigo
Saturday afternoon I tell Mike that I have to leave and go to the House of worhip.
"You never know who you're gonna meet there." He tells me.
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Thank you thank you thank you... so sweet to talk from the House of Worship!!!!!!!!!!!
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