Voices on the Wind Comical Voices
OUR LADY OF THE TUMBLED by Dick Bakken This unscarved woman silent in your laundromat rolling curlers out such streams of blonde haloed with fluorescence and the dust and scent of soap her pockets ticking quarters down upon both knees an opened silver magazine clicked with a swinging rosary awaits our eternal afternoon her very chair in rumble for that vending machine to spill its hand grenades.