08-18-09 - Zachary Schomburg - Fire Cycle

[dnggitg]

I found a little flap of dead skin on the middle finger of my left hand and began stripping it away. Meanwhile, I heard in my mind's ear the pastor of my boyhood church bid farewell to a disgruntled segment of the congregation with which he had doctrinal differences.

[dnggitg]

As I peeled my hand in one long, continuous strip, the pastor wambled with a cane toward the narthex--rather like the lame defense attorney in The Lady from Shanghai-- his speech growing echoey and indistinct. And then a thick swathe of flesh tore away from my palm, disclosing blood and bone.

[snowboardnguy90]

zachary schomburg you are a great poet.