there's also the
time when i was six
and i was digging
in the dirt in
front of our apartment
building
with a broken
spoon
and i found one
of the
red horns of
satan.
i believe it was
his left horn.
i ran into the building,
fast, and
knocked on
my friend's door.
his mother
answered, her har
tangled and her
eyes three
shades of bloodshot.
she yelled at me
for waking her up.
i ran back outside,
faster.
even then i knew
you stood a
better chance
with the devil
than with
most people.
-Published in Nerve Cowboy #5