i caught Jonbowingbeforea jealous &vengeful G-D.
let us put our fists together and pray! o frustrated father of righteous fire, we come to you with fingernail marks in our palms; four doves with hooves gliding. mid-prayer. belly filled with demons. if this is our last meal, let every bite certify entry into your home bloodlust judge of the earth . . .
ready to fightfor a heavenswellingwith theskeletonsof angels,Jon turnedto me:bloodshot.mouthfulof his owngoldtrimmedwings& kept praying.