THE
ANECDOTE
The
toxin and the tonic.
The
thief and the saint.
The
ransom and the bail.
We
are these.
We
are these.
One
sunny day in Santa Barbara
I
took my broken heart to the Mission
and
handed it to a lame priest.
He
gave it back sooner than I expected, saying:
Thorns have roses.
Thorns have roses.
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