Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Prose Poem

A Victorian woman fell asleep nude while sunning herself and woke up in the twenty-first century. Her room was preserved, and nearly everything was the same. She did notice that Jesus on the cross had Xs over his eyes and made a gurgle, gurgle sound when you pressed his feet. She began to faint. One of the neighborhood boys who watched her in shifts made as if to catch her, like he'd seen in a movie.

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