October 2007
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she has her days.
the back door was left open at the temple tonight. red velvet chairs all connected at the base. scattered occupants waiting for a word. from god, from a man, from who? i don’t know either. the boy in the third row wants to know. his eyes look lost. i shake my head and keep on walking. i don’t have your word, boy. today is one of my bad days. i tap my toe on the concrete to keep time....
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life is a brightly colored song.
everytime i sit here she asks the same question. “can i read your palm?” “no thanks.” i say it nicely. why doesn’t she ever remember that she’s already asked me this? but tonight it was different. “i couldn’t help but notice that your aura is showing all kinds of bright colors.” no question. yet. i smile politely. i don’t know much about...