Mother said it started with the bite of an apple and the toothless man told me to never cross my legs. so i walk straight ahead, following a paved path, cautious of apples. you live your life dodging twinkling things that fly right by (sneaky bastards, the woman in wool coats say). secretly, i wish one would hit me in the eye. i really want to shine. i only pray in the rain, or when i cannot get up to pee and wonder who can judge if that is good enough.