"I see that you didn't
shave today
to fit into
your character."
When I was a kid
my old man was asked
to play the Penitent Thief
hanging on one
of three makeshift crosses
in the Crucifixion Christmas play
put on by our church
in downtown Newburgh.
The role of Christ
had been reserved
predictably
for the pastor
but I sometimes ask
its writer, Luke
what if it hadn't?
Messiahs run
in our blood.
"Lady, this beard
took a week."
Currently reading:
"Dreams of the Astronaut" by Boom Boom Shapiro.
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