Raw Goods

quit my job

janitor's apprentice masturbates on the protestant pulpit; do they even have a pulpit in that church, or do they rely more on the mount of transfiguration? fifty pence to see the live show, and this is where we learned about betrayal, between the tunnels of broken hands and signal punches, so don't quit your job just yet, there's still a little room to breath, as long as we can smell redwood scruff when it's under our nose. we made dirt to the tune of arkansas abortions and sandy gravel shovel swipes, lost in the pace of scrape and toss, scrape and mix, so it didn't matter so much that we weren't ever going to work our way out of debt. her father thought i was trying to procure her, but he didn't know that i was already owned by an unspoken want to become a woman, to quit my job and leave behind the man that i was raised to become and disgrace. so that's dignity, for ya - if you want it.

posted by judy j @ 4:27 PM