VI.
I don’t use incense for God. I already told you I don’t think about God. I use incense to clear my sinuses. And to make my fingers smell like something other than semen or cigarettes. To keep me from having sex. One needs purifying from time to time. I’m a simple man.
She says men always want to kill her. Shoving their fingers in and out. Twisting and biting her nipples. Pulling her hair. They want to kill me, she says. And they do so every time.
The Hungry Artist 