The picture of Jesus on the back of an old blue bus speeding into town makes me think of mangos hanging. Sex. Hours and hours of it. Exhaustion, and then some more. “I am the road, truth and love—— and who follows me will not die.” Sometimes, after sex, I can see myself, five or six, walking down through our blue gum trees. There for hours I’d watch the pigeons circling.
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