Saturday, March 8, 2014

before

A bible's watered pages, the red edge bleeding 
towards the red ink of Jesus' words. We smoked our 
way through Genesis, pulling out the thin paper 
leaves as an invitation for any wrath that might 
trickle down to bust up the monotony of days lost 
in the thick heat and the uneasy company of 
grasshoppers waiting



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