A Baby In The Belly Of A Prostitute
The cool midnight air building an easy bridge between here and there, between the world you know and the world you can't even imagine.
"Before Adam I did exist as the servant of God" She mutters."Before Adam." Her father says. "That is a good one." He takes a deep breath of solace, pretending to himself he can resist all signs of nature's purity, "Are you ready to kill that thing?"
"He has wings, you know, he has wings!" Tears shooting every which way, the air ducking to miss the pain of the beautiful woman.
"Well good for him!" The man screams, not really making any sense at all while the moonlight pours in like a doctor.
Author of two books, Gifted Disabilities, a book of poetry, and "It's Hard To Get There When You Are Already There"