My father was not a man of faith
That is something I stole from him, that phrase
I use to politely defuse the handsome couple at my door on a Saturday morning
That is nice. you and you wife walking on this sunny day. But, I'm fine.
Thank you. My father said that as he kissed stale bread before tossing it
Garbage to others but to my father the body of Christ
We went to church because his parents went but I was allowed to play on the basketball court
Outside, talking to myself about pretend wars between my friends and enemies
In elementary school, I would list their names as we hit them with our weapons
Vidal R. Gone! Jan S. Defeated! Jorel P. Goodbye! Each defeat rung by a crack
The aluminum sign for Medalla beer ringing against the chain link fence
It's me kicking the sign to add effect but it brings my father our. Furious he says to be silent
What am I doing? I don't know. Do you? We drive back albeit we live a block from the church
We don't bring it up until next week. Not a man of faith.
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