Shantih Journal 2.1 - Page 69

Left Bower joseph felkers How you call me something short of a slur when I play the jack of spades. How it’s funny because I forgot to follow suit last trick. How they can use that word themselves, but you can’t. A screen door only becomes venerable when a dog worships at its feet. Push your heels into the coals, and see if they’ll burn, is how I start every prayer. Smoke is haziness, haziness is uncertainty. Should I trump? Junk? Pray? Steal the trick. How the smoke is a teenage boy begging for a chew. He hangs around and asks for a light. He carries a smell that you want in your nose, but off your clothes. How you can’t bear when we euchre you. I went alone and got four points. You said I would’ve had the perfect hand for a diamond trump, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. 69