Trina chats with a snake in the grass.
The snake curls up on Trina’s lap: “What if I die and never
Trina replies: “I saw a slice of death, once. When I got to
heaven flash bulbs went off and I heard a chorus of angels
“I saw lots of homosexuals: they danced and had sex and made
“Then, I passed through a long tube and came out here!” Trina
smiles at the memory.
The snake looks up with concern: “Is that what’ll happen to me?”
“I don’t know.” Trina pulls out a notebook. “God doesn’t like you.”
“What are you doing?” asks the snake.
“I’m writing a poem.” Trina replies.
“What’ll you do with it?” The snake slithers up and onto the notebook.
“Sell it to Proctor and Gamble, silly!”
The snake drops from the notebook to the grass…
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