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A
lobster
tank
was
smashed
in
the
lobby
of
an
Atlanta
seafood
restaurant
.
A
crypt
was
defiled
in
the
Key
West
graveyard
.
An
Amtrak
passenger
train
hit
a
UPS
truck
in
Idaho
,
killing
the
driver
of
the
truck
.
No
passengers
were
seriously
injured
.
It
was
still
a
cold
war
at
this
stage
,
a
phony
war
,
nothing
that
could
be
truly
won
or
lost
.
The
wind
stirred
the
branches
of
the
tree
.
Sparks
flew
from
the
fire
.
The
storm
was
coming
.
The
Queen
of
Sheba
,
half
-
demon
,
they
said
,
on
her
father
’
s
side
,
witch
-
woman
,
wise
-
woman
and
queen
,
who
ruled
Sheba
when
Sheba
was
the
richest
land
there
ever
was
,
when
its
spices
and
its
gems
and
scented
woods
were
taken
by
boat
and
camel
-
back
to
the
corners
of
the
earth
,
who
was
worshiped
even
when
she
was
alive
,
worshiped
as
a
living
goddess
by
the
wisest
of
kings
,
stands
on
the
sidewalk
of
Sunset
Boulevard
at
2
:
00
A
.
M
.
staring
blankly
out
at
the
traffic
like
a
slutty
plastic
bride
on
a
black
and
neon
wedding
cake
.
She
stands
as
if
she
owns
the
sidewalk
and
the
night
that
surrounds
her
.
When
someone
looks
straight
at
her
,
her
lips
move
,
as
if
she
is
talking
to
herself
.
When
men
in
cars
drive
past
her
she
makes
eye
-
contact
and
she
smiles
.
She
ignores
the
men
who
walk
past
her
on
the
sidewalk
(
it
happens
,
people
walk
everywhere
,
even
in
West
Hollywood
)
;
she
ignores
them
,
does
her
best
to
pretend
that
they
are
not
there
.
It
’
s
been
a
long
night
.
It
’
s
been
a
long
week
,
and
a
long
four
thousand
years
.
She
is
proud
that
she
owes
nothing
to
anyone
.
The
other
girls
on
the
street
,
they
have
pimps
,
they
have
habits
,
they
have
children
,
they
have
people
who
take
what
they
make
.
Not
her
.
There
is
nothing
holy
left
in
her
profession
.
Not
any
more
.
