McKinley Pillowcase Sail
(McKinley) There's a bad, bad place with no big blue sea where people like you and me go. Because we've been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoes says so. She's sure of most things, but I'm sure I know a turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Black it's turtles all the way down. She says, "God hates to hear lie like that," but I think He likes a bedtime story. I think She likes a bedtime story. Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it down the sewer river in the bleach-bottle raft, little craft kept steady with ridiculous faith and perfect weather. Of course, she sailed off the edge of the turtle world but I know it didn't hurt a bit. Better to be out of reach of the curl of that crushing, smashing fist, of that hushing, crashing fist.
