She says I'm a son of the city
we're battling in. It's inscribed...

Collect
every civil lesson we've been taught...

Tonight, he'll make her beautiful
in the finest worry suits; all raw...

This boat, father,
this boat is drowning slowly...

Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets...

It is Saturday 3:30 a.m.
I think I have thrown up enough...

0- The womb.
In the third week vision becomes clear...

All I recall is the sight of people running away,
some in pajamas, others the way God...