Place a piece
of blank white paper
on a smooth hard surface.
Fill a glass of water.
Drink half the water,
pour the other half
onto the paper.
Savor the design it makes.
Get matches. Light a match.
Burn the edges of the paper,
making sure to inhale the sulfuric scent
of burning.
Draw a pair of lips
in the center of the page
(pencil suggested).
Kiss the lips,
then crumple the paper,
and bury it in your garden,
or if you don’t have a garden,
bury it in your neighbor’s garden,
or if you don’t have a neighbor,
or your neighbor is gardenless,
bury it in the park.
After the burial,
say a few words,
it doesn’t matter what they are,
and relish the fact
that your hands are dirty prayers.

About John Biscello

Originally from Brooklyn, NY, writer, poet, spoken word performer, and playwright, John Biscello now lives in Taos, New Mexico. He is the author of three novels: Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale, Raking the Dust, and Nocturne Variations, and a collection of stories, Freeze Tag. His fiction and poetry has appeared in: Art Times, nthposition, The Wanderlust Review, Ophelia Street, Caper, Polyphony, Dilate, Militant Roger, Chokecherries, Farmhouse, BENT, The 555 Collective, Instigator, Brass Sopaipilla, The Iconoclast, Adobe Walls, Kansas City Voices, and the Tishman Review. His blog--Notes of an Urban Stray--can be read at Broken Land, a Brooklyn Tale was named Underground Book Reviews 2014 Book of the Year.
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