NaPoWriMo 2010
She’s a homophobic warlord with a miniature bible carefully tucked in her bra It started before she could read at Sunday mass she’d stare at the faces of immovable angels— La Madonna and byzantine saints in cut-glass windows—imagining herself speaking to the masses. When her boobs started growing the junior high jock, a prodigy bible-belt-preacher, invited her to Watchtower study classes. They graduated from high school, got married, and filled-out their NRA applications on the very same day. Everything was stasis, the end of the end, until she walks-in on her husband and the church's accountant, a six foot love gift from the Castro district. Two hundred nineteen years after La Bastille she remarried, joined a New Age theosophy movement learned to suck her thumbs and self flagellate while screaming slogans about the constitutional rights of breeders at a famous prime-time puppeteer program in Puerto Rico. © Sergio A. Ortiz, May 11, 2010