Thursday, June 05, 2008
The Body Of Christ
The Body of Christ
My sister and her boyfriend drove to Corpus Christi
to see if they could get along alone. They couldn’t.
He spent an hour each night on the phone, a band
of fat rimming his boxers, speaking in baby talk
to his mother while my sister watched a movie
on the other bed. When they returned, my sister
wouldn’t see him, said he’d become too familiar,
that all she could see was his flesh, the way it rose
and fell when he sighed, the way it became all too real.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Don't play what's there, play what's not there." Miles Davis
Drinking suggestion: Keep celebrating the Red Wings victory!
Benedictions and Maledictions
Rest in peace, Bo Diddley! Happy Thursday to all!