At the Corner of Black Hole and Heaven 

Evening unfolds like a $20 bill found jammed deep inside a pants pocket. Moon, a silver dollar held loosely in midnight’s cool fist. All the night stars: glittering coins scattered about the feet of a billions-year-old galaxy busking at the corner of black hole and heaven. Come morning, a third-rail song to shock the day awake. Streets are teeming with sorrows, salvations, saints, and sin. People trading sex, cash, whiskey, and good deeds; all in the hopes of claiming a second chance. To get this day right, to share in the riches of the sun’s roaming gold. 


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