> god eats when we're hungry
>
> walking to my friends house, i enter into the
> mohawk, in the corner of the store i see one of
> those red lacquer shrines glowing orange with
> electric candles, a bit of food, and a statue of a
> bhodvitta, the usual oranges, but also a pink
> snowball and a golden twinkie
>
> at night when i walk out, i see it float over the
> sky, st basil's golden dome made blue by halogen
> spot lights. even with all the stained glass it
> looks modern made of brick, concrete and glass
>
> my roommate and i bought sourdough bread and a
> bottle of cabernet as a snack, as i poured wine into
> plastic beer cups and served bread torn from the
> loaf, he looked at me strangely and bowed his head.
> i didn't know wether to bless him or laugh.
>
> Working now for a month, and always over or under on
> cash-- balancing the cash at 4 am, i pray for
> matthew's help, because tax collectors deal with
> money. the float works out.
>
> my room has three rosaries and a saint's card of
> kateri tekakwitha, she's there because of cohens
> novel., the rosaries, pink or cheap plastic or glow
> in the dark, hang as reminders of prayers spoken and
> unspoken.

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