| A City's Daughter | |
| Inside charging by the hour her face is on with makeup stolen from the store some steamed from color magazines she prays to Him again in a motel's mirror her blank eyes shutters from the pain. She feels the money dry and real in so much rain God take her from this taxi cars . . . | |
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| Snowman | |
| Sitting in a darkened room his hair a silver mane those constant hissing sounds for days he watches on to a TV tuned to "inbetween." He'll tell you if you wait to share or drink a few how God is speaking from the screen telling him he's right, and how and what to do. . . . | |
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