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Aug 09, 2007
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marlene
Marlene
marlene’s rosary beads hung sweating from the
smooth skin tone
which seemed a dark pap smear screaming
for a heretic’s grace. she gave me a little
newspaper, "the daily bread", and seemed
surprised with rolling eyes that i could
quote christ. she talked in melted avenues
of steaming dissipation through which the
martyrs seemed to scream. she carded me
with the hollow of her eyes. she swayed
in her chair like a chicken and stared
through vistas of smoke laced divinity.
maybe when she touched those pipes she felt
a little bit closer to god. "she smoked
herself silly," my roommate said with fearful
contempt. perhaps this is true. though her
swaying carried me between
heaven and hell
— Quillsvein1, Aug 09, 2007
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