We used to meet at thisenclosed bus stop.Glassed in, like ablurry-eyed goldfish.Diesel morning sadness.We were drunks, dead, andstill dreaming.There was Chuck, Dog,LeftyLuckyand Beth.We shared our minusculeamounts of liquor, and sangold Motown favorites."Mama said there'd be dayslike this."These were the...

     Terry was confounded more than she had ever been. A sister, a nun, a pious lady, wanted her to find God in such a way, it felt like an initiation into something that was not yet known...