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Jesus in high heels.

It’s your mother’s paranoia.

It’s a black mask.

It’s the crooked cross.

Webster cooked stir fry

only on Wednesdays

and that was single in your 50s.

I was feeling what it meant.

I never knew what it meant.

I had become two pyramids

wearing one face.

I never know what that means.

I wondered if the phone

still knew how to ring.

I wondered if the dogs

still knew how to bark.

She shouldn’t have told me

that cocker spaniel was sick.

I became a doting father

for a foreign child.

Are these things horrible?

Were those things horrible?

That was for my pastor.

He never got back to me.

He never learnt how to be anything

but a shaggy black dog.

He was too ashamed to get sober.

That was for my pastor.