' hell is a white castle / where ghosts and stray cats with no tails spend every day in bitten cold and waiting. / the roads are long and drenched in rain and the blood of animals crushed beneath tires, / and angels in the form of mosquitos hover on the edges. '
there's a house down by the road
with six windows up front and a picture of the virgin on top.
despite her saint, she's alone.
the house is a virgin in the sense that she is empty and wholly unperturbed;
that she can only be appreciated from behind the barbed wire.
decaying in her solitude, the virgin's house down by the road sits,
untouched and holy. wholly holy.
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