Genevieve Went Down to Ask Him Why

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Genevieve Went Down to Ask Him Why

I can't remember nothing beautiful,
the doctors say. No pretty songs, but just
the harder words of Amazing Grace. There's rust
above the Champ de Mars, and terrible,
the threat of gravity somewhere, swirling,
north of Flagstaff, Arizona. Dust
is all that I can think, if you asked, "What's
a sunset like?" And when I read my whorley

rushing words about the flavor of
a "tangerine"? They scare me. What mad man
dared such blasphemies against our God
of Heaven? Underlined and circled them
so violently his pencil lead broke off?
That's why I'm sitting in the basement, Todd.

That's why I'm sitting here in the basement, Todd.