the radio sings about jesus. i think if jesus was here now, he would be a singing cowboy. and i would be his groupie. i would dress up in those wonderful singing cowboy sequin suits and polish his snakeskin boots with my tongue. no crown of thorns under his black stetson. just a billion soul hat band. sparkling like the stars in his eyes. so many spirals. so many star nurseries in there. i am hypnotized by the oncoming headlights.
miles away a television turns on in an empty house and on the static signal i sing. standing there in a black and white transmission. playing my guitar in my sequined suit and singing. singing static. miles away a frayed television cord sparks and the drapes start to smolder.