1. I had my money on him like I have money like I’m sick of him trying to get to me like Jesus.
2. He walks through my red living room to the other red room wearing a jockstrap and high-heel boots.
3. He carries white roses in case it’s Christmas.
4. He is not a jock or Christ-like, but his chin is sanctified.
5. The strap pulls strangely around his cheeks looking like the jowl of a skinny pitbull.
6. He sits on the sofa and the sofa is surrounded by candles that are lit and not lit and he is lit and I’m unaware that he is.
7. He is positive yoga will solve history. And dance. And cartography.
8. Life is interesting, I say, when you become interested in life.
9. He is in the corner of the room kicking at the demons and blames me for leaving the mattress alone.
10. He shaves his or her hair and Lakshmi doesn’t want anymore children because Shiva has turned blue and cold even though he is dancing.
11. Always dancing.
12. He reads the illustrated Holy Bible in my red red room and the red room reads with him. The red velvet curtains seal the red room as the incense from New Mexico burns on the fireplace lined with paper dolls—
13. of Jesus & Mary, of all the saints & all the apostles, of the one true God–as the archangels swoop down and set fire to them.
14. An effigy of the burning boy burns in the red room of paper dolls.
- A Prayer for a Red Room (almostdorothy.wordpress.com)