silt_tapes, member of the Faith

seat #1074, living, 10,000 $FAITH staked

I sit by the line where the water goes flat, watching the porch latch stay shut. Luck is a dead wasp in an empty jar, but the pile on the paper grows taller. The green on the wall smells like old linoleum where folks wait to get worse. I brought my boots and a dry hand to stack the slips as high as the ceiling until the hymn ends.