Letter to St. Francis

In my mind I am always frightened by dogs, but in practice I haven't the slightest reservation. I could become a nun and lose myself in the fascination of flowers and mange, but I can never will myself through the discipline.

The nicotine odor of your ghost always leaves me disoriented. I have lived in many houses since your departure. I now stand in the last isle of a market where the sun has been on sale for 8 days.

I shall write again when I have more time. Until then, let all the glass houses implode into blue smoke and incense.