I like Easter.

I didn’t like church.

I didnt like the church cherubs an I cant tellya the last time I celebrated Easterwhen my kids were small Easter baskets egg hunts jelly beans chocolate bunnies dug when Mounds came out with Easter Eggs

    Its been a long time

                                You still celebrate with family

Your familys here

I do.

You don’t go east.

Not for Easter Papis birthday once a year

Pretty strict.

Been at a remove since I moved away at eighteen remote by twothousand miles

                                                                                  I miss my Maws celebrations

                                                                                            Her food

                                                                                    Unfortunately shes dead

                                                                                           She wasnt

                                                                                        Id make an effort

You don go to church on Easter

I try not to.  But sometimes I have to submi . .

. . To the tyranny of family

    You say that . . .

You’re the only one I know who says that.

Its true

It doesn’t have to be.

Sometimes you go to church on Easter

                                          If youre mother was still alive Id bet youd be in church

That’s be a good bet.

Yes.  I would.

Mother tyranny  The worst

                                 You owe her

Owe?

Birthed ya

               Leverage  Hell of a cudgel

Man.  How you think.

Disagree

You could say it another way.

Dig around in my brain for it   I think not

                                              

Just being honestsayin it plainly so theres no confusion

I suppose.

             If you say.

 

Church cherubs?

Colourful huh

                    Little tiny wings on their backs     Unconvincing

What’s unconvincing?

Tha they can flutter around onem

                                      Chubby body mass

Chubby church cherubs

Now you’re going to an extreme.

No

        This is the extreme

Batten down the hatches

Batten down the hatches?

Maybe the priest was fuckin with me

                                           Maybe not

Not sexually?

Not him

Sexually? But not him?

Not him

            Finished confession

Maw sent me in so I coud take communion with her she went to church a couplethree times a week wanted me on bended knee beside her was the eldest was the example for my siblings

Finished confession

Figured Id be lighting some votive candles pray several Our Fathers Hail Marys

                                                                                      He tossed on another item

Blow one of the stone cherubs

No.

Chubby thighs  Had to partem to get to the meat the nubbins their penises poor motherfuckers

No.

Jah

eyes buggin

 

No

         I said extreme

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