20.2.26

he recommended it

                       God, I could smell the room.  Tantalizing.

Room Its called the nave
                            Thank you for the thought

I couldnt believe it as I read it
                                 read the text he sent to him

. . . we escaped. Church was nice. All the girls bathed, dressedup, smelled like warm cookies fresh from the oven.

they were young girls

they were young boys

when Mass was over they headed over to House of Pies for breakfast an bullshit Bobby always had to have a slice of fruit pie afterwards Have one, I’ll cover you.    I appreciate tha Bobby but if I wanted pie I can afford it    Have a piece of pie.    Feelin guilty    I have a piece, it reminds me of the girls at church.    I like how you thinkno no thanks

every Sunday

                he an atheist  and a believer
Bobby had a lot to believe

he was born infected with polio
                                  his father rushed into the maternity ward waiting room grabbed a man and a woman asked if theyd stand up as Bobbys godparents  a priest baptised him  in the next breath read Bobby Last Rites



he was present the second time Bobby was read Last Rites Bobby nudging his thigh with his feeble foot

    look in his face  Go ahead. Beat that.


Final Score  Bobby 2

                him 0  

2225,  Thursday,  19  2. 26
1532,  reggaefriday,  20  2. 26

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