I grabbed Judy’s arm:
“If Jesus had been his girlfriend things would make sense!”
Judy gave me some Haldol and went back to her charting.
Jimmy, I thought, grabbing myself by the short-hairs; you should
forget this aggression: join the Army, put on a show; a thousand
lights search the sky, the shadow of a star taped on glass.
Who do you think Judy thinks she is?
White woman savaged by selves.
“Tell it to the Huns,” I say.
I strip to wrap my arms around Ronnie’s bare chest.
I listen to his beating heart; “You made people
think you cared so they blame themselves for being
“Is that why you want to kill me?”
“Nah,” I say. “I just wanna leave without paying, like you!”
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from Inside the Mind of Davy D
There lived in the ancient City of Felare an old couple
named Lot and Carlotta.
Carlotta’s sincerest desire was a child but she was
past the age of childbearing.
One day, a group of maniacal tourists flew into town.
The men tore into Lot’s tent and demanded to
What could Lot do?
For it is written: women are property and the
old ones ain’t worth squat.
The tourists ‘knew’ Carlotta for three days and two nights.
Eight months later Carlotta was miraculously heavy with
“Lord!” Lot exclaimed, “I have sired a Son.
“Praise God” mumbled Carlotta.
Soon it was time for the census.
“We must make haste from Felare and travel to Bethlehem!” said Lot.
But lo! A star rose in the West, which did confuse Lot who went
north to Landica; avoiding a possible brush with fame.
The Adoration of the Shepherds with Saint Catherine of Alexandria
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