by Charles Wright Southern Cultures, Vol. 7, No.3: Fall 2001
"Still, who knows where the soul goes . . . after the light switch is turned off, who knows?"
I came to my senses with a pencil in my hand
And a piece of paper in front of me.
To the years
Before the pencil, O, I was the resurrection.
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