Floating in the Belly of a Whale

. I met a girl in a laundromat folding up her red

dress. Said she once saw God at a Taco Bell in

Fort Worth, Texas. I asked what he looked like. She said,

"Like he'd been up for days." And the dryer hummed on like it had nothing

better to say. We're all just floating in the belly of a whale.

Holding onto hope like a lifeboat full of lawn chairs. Sometimes you get

swallowed. Sometimes you set sail. We're all just floating

in the belly of a whale. I saw a man on the