btwn cases i tried to go to
church today, it is a relic
standing firm across my
office: it allows entrance
to tourist and life to gawk
at the history of the almighty
catholic church, i like it. it has
an alcove where the virgin is
dressed in splendor with her
son, a mere babe tending to
her and us in prayers: i tried
to go and kneel, recite the this
and that that is my life, tears
to flow down my cheek like
a good mexican woman does
but those doors were closed:
an usher waving no go: it
seems death got there first
