As/Is







3.02.2007



Spiritual Burn



We were drinking sin. We were smoking redemption. There was no cloud cover. She swept into view behind a flame.

“What do you need?” I asked.

She blinked and rattled in tongues. Her short cropped hair threatened to tickle my vision.

“What do you need?” I repeated with another gulp of sin.

“I thought I heard orgasmic things,” she replied.