Three gifts I gathered to sell the great
Name. I stripped my feet and walked like
Peter. I gathered mud and brought it to
My face. I found it holy and exfoliating.
I slept in a van. Have you ever slept in
A van? The witching hour never unrolled
Herself so weightily, so unladylike. So
Pregnant with the yawning vacuum of
Skin. After washing myself of sin I
Walked and walked. It rained. I ruined
A good pair of shoes. I gathered stones.
I sold a dream and traded for a name.