St. Francis of Raspy Lingual Papillae

I don’t mean a dome tent, either.

I don’t mean a dome tent pitched on the crack of a sidewalk of NYC,

Or on the bare sand of an East African refugee camp.

I love camping.

I love St. Francis.

I love the sidewalks of New York.

I love the latest model of Cadillac.

I love a woman — she ain’t screaming, she’s plaintive, direct– revealing, revelatory

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