brother ken
I.
i know you
were hurt by
the limp you
had sunday
i know there
were only five
of us there
only a mass
for close friends
but i liked
your sweat pants
and flannel
more than your
long white robe
II.
maybe all
priests should wear
sweatpants and
ride their bikes
to breakfast
III.
i smiled when
you held the
host and i
could see your
long white socks
1 comment:
I think the beauty of a certain type of writing is evoking a lot of feeling out of everyday situations in a powerfully simple way, and, in my opinion, you're great at it. I love reading these pieces that could have come out of a journal, but yet are clearly (somewhat) calculated. Just wanted to let you know.
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