SISTER LOUISA
is the lovechild
of Big Long Dreams
and Good Smooth Vodka.
15 years ago,
Friends and I traveled
for a week to Prague,
then a week to Amsterdam.
The trip was carefully planned,
very strategic and thoughtful,
like 4 days earlier.
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In fact,
we didn’t even
REALLY
know each other.
One friend was a real artist
who had,
like,
paint on his shoes,
pants,
and always in his
self-cut hair.
Another,
is the human incarnation
of God,
although no one
has told The Church.
He is impervious
to our human flaws.
The third,
well,
spews greatness
out of her mouth
UNTIL she starts
caring about
what other’s
want to hear.
She Lies about me,
too.
On our travels,
I met this little
Spiritual Bird of
a Silver-headed Lawyer
named Louisa.
I love her
with a capital L.
No one teaches
Amsterdamian Lawyers
that they are suppose
to be assholes.
When we got back
to America,
it was just in time
for the first annual
art show
at the building
that my friends
lived in.
The artist was already an artist.
God was already an artist,
but couldn’t give a shit
who knew it.
The Spewer
decided to frame
some great photos
she had taken
of the Berlin Wall
before it tipped over.
I decided,
in a drunken dream session,
to write on my collection
of Jesus Paintings,
what I always said
when customers
at my antique store
looked at them.
THAT Jesus
with the pretty hair:
HE CURLS HIS HAIR WITH HOLY ROLLERS!
Well,
not yet whole,
I couldn’t admit
that Grant Henry
was the guy
who thought
THOSE thoughts,
being all straight,
and christian,
and a father,
and all.
SISTER LOUISA
was my alter-ego artist’s name,
and she means no harm
to anyone.
Grant Henry was her
Art Whore,
or Agent,
if you read this
to your Mother.
SISTER LOUISA
is just a little
Spiritual Bird
who wasn’t confident enough
at the time of her birth
to admit
that there are many windows
through which
one can see god,
oneself,
or nothing.
One of SISTER LOUISA’S first windows through which she became herself.