BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 10, NAPOWRIMO

  I hear you preaching still from your performance  pulpit, the shit-pit of sermon  where you scared  the simple man. I hear you  still preaching  of parish and prayer with your manners moody  at mass  with the mouldable masses. Years later over dinner  and before dessert  you spilt your sins between the bread and wine, […]

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