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Burning Touch
BG (03/15/1957 / New Jersey)

Burning Touch

Sometimes
When you held me in your arms
it burnt.
And yes,
I would again cross oceans
to be in that grasp,
The one that has touched me so.

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Hey Bob, I was thinking about miracles and stuff. Do you think Jesus can pull the tablecloth out from under a set table without upsetting the plates and glasses and stuff? The reason I’m asking is that I tried it at a café last Tuesday. I even prayed first but that didn’t help. Everything went flying. I think the devil was there and he sabotaged it. See, there was a guy sitting at another table and he had the weirdest smirk on his face. He was wearing a hat so I couldn’t see if he had horns, but I’m pretty sure he was the devil. I wanted to follow him home and torch his place (you know, fight fire with fire, that sort of thing) . But I hardly wanted to go to jail on an arson rap. Hey, don’t you think it was wrong to name that baseball team the “Devil Rays? ” Mighty suspicious how the devil has managed to infiltrate our language. I think it might be a sin to eat deviled egg.