we got one more chance to make it real, to trade in these flares on some weals

my theory
is that i creep people out
on some visceral level
like a skull talking
on a cell phone:
the juxtaposition of breezy gossip
and mouldering bones
it'll take an over-the-top
letter of recommendation
to get me into heaven
st peter crumpling my padded CV in his hand
fabricated references, glaring typos
and him asking
all i wanna know is one thing:
how do you say that in patty page?
how do you say that in patty page?