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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3840 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention To Uncle Herbie Who Believed Himself God Treezaa (T. E. Ballard) It will come as no surprise how I envied the scars on your hand. The bearded faces on napkins, men smiling. How they grew with your treatment first on leather, then wood. Tunnels of scratched-out saviors and you offered these gifts, as my mother would say politely, take them and we would hide your icons in trees, low bushes on the way to the car. I wonder now if you found them later. If Christ blew by your window screaming about the task being too heavy, like the voices once said while you were drinking and I was assigned the mission of keeping you busy. A refrigerator spoke the gospel of Luke, first in Hebrew then the low buzz of Greek. I pretended to understand because I liked the way your fingers made a cross on my head. How I was forgiven so easily like paper blowing through trees. |
