The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a vision. James ain't talked ever and he looks at that streetlight like it was a word and maybe like it was a verb. James wanted to streetlight me and make me bright and beautiful so all the moths and bats would circle me like I was the center of the world an held secrets.

The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven (ed. Harper Perennial, 1993) - ISBN: 9780060976248