Ash Wednesday on the 22-Fillmore Bus

Plow your tweener backpack  into your fellow sinner.   I was fallen too.    Sulk into your years  and cropped organdy nails.  Everybody’s watching.    Your body’s burnt to ash,   to the stranger’s thumbprint  on your stubborn pimples.    I see a younger you,   a candle-smoke ghost  hardening into form,    fleshy knees and...

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