Where do we stay in the city when it rains?

The usual pavilon.

Where do the women go when there is nothing to eat?

For the hickory residue in the back-lapped steam.

What will holy sound like after time has swallowed us whole?

Like he did, lugging in the warm cartons from the front stoop.

What if we're discovered?

Never sing with your hand.


....this was a crazy collaborative creative writing excersize....