MAY PROCESSION PRACTICE by Timothy Wenzell • Cleaver Magazine
MAY PROCESSION PRACTICE by Tim Wenzell Little I stand by William at the crest of the asphalt hill looking into the incinerator, watching the chocolate milk cartons burn while shaking away my need to piss. Mother Phoebe has just told the tall boys at the bottom of the asphalt hill how to turn like soldiers and she looks across the ballyard to the white church with open doors leading all the way to Jesus hanging with His thorny crown over candles dripping wax hot wax running down the sides as my piss leaks down my trousers like wax hot wax.