2021-11-16

sermon & choir

1961. Pantyhose models gather in ritual formation to summon flying saucers from the comic books and shortwave music of Saturday nights. I wrote a novel and hid it in the faulty plumbing of a haunted tenement tilting at the edge of town. My neighbors are gone for the night, searching for bottles and cans. My skin competes with the walls in a race of rot. Someday there will be a sunrise that is its own sermon and choir.