he looked the stainedglass windowslooked around the church
upandown the pew cross the naveacross the transept
watched intently as the priest mounted the altar
saw him over the ambo
altarboy to each side
she tapped him on the thigh
What are you doing?
Im looking
she understood he didnt Believe
but she knew he would listentake in the sermon
he was an exceptional listener
seemed always to
hear moreunderstand at a deeper level than her or perhapsas hed say . . . in the moment it escaped her
no she knew it didnt
Tempest Shakespeare What’s past is
prologue.
he shared with her
Im steeped babe
which was accurate
occasionally during Mass she glanced at him
poker face
hed tell her what he thought as they
drove back to her place
Seatbelt?
You know I don wearem
For me?
Not even for you baby
she wasnt pleased but theyd only be on neighbourhood streets
So . . you were very
attentive.
What did you think?
I very much liked the priests
message Hes a good speaker
And the face. What was with the face?
he noddedsmiled Youre observan . .
.
. I was on tenterhooks, I knew you wouldn’t saydisrupt anything. What bothered you?
Bothered Yes
It was only a
bother I want you to understand tha
she said with mite trepidation
What bothered you?
Its church
Yes.
I really did enjoy the priests
sermon
You said.
What was it you didn't like?
The parishioners At least those I saw listened to
Didn’t like?
No
During prayers
The prayers?
Yes
I was disturbed because their tone their tone struck me as insincere Rather Rote Passionless
If there was a God Im not keen
Hed been keen listening to their faith disposed I apologise Rote
Sounded like memorisation
Flashcards Addition subtraction Multiplication
I felt the priests words were uplifting but they
werent following
Not you
I adored your recitation Your faith
she smiled warmly
I adore your faith in me despite
ours are dissimilar
a tear fell to her cheek she didnt brush it away
in a clear voice While I disagree
with you you havent a soul. Your spirit
is strong tangible.
Tangible.
Stop stop woudya
Ya just wanna get in my pants
when we get to your place
1959, Thursday,
28 12. 23
2010, Saturday,
30 12. 23
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