(McKinley)There's a bad, bad place with no big blue seawhere people like you and me go.Because we've been bad bad bad, Sister Big Shoessays so. She's sureof most things, but I'm sure I knowa turtle holds the world on his back and Sister Blackit's turtles all the way down.She says, "God hates to hear lie like that," but I thinkHe likes a bedtime story. I thinkShe likes a bedtime story.Gracie made a pillowcase sail, Huck Finned it downthe sewer river in the bleach-bottle raft, little craftkept steady with ridiculous faith and perfect weather.Of course, she sailed off the edge of the turtle worldbut I know it didn't hurt a bit.Better to be out of reach of the curl of thatcrushing, smashing fist, of thathushing, crashing fist.