Many Years  #114
 

It had been many years
before the wife
And kids
in the basement
of your parent's house
the beer can collection
lining the wood paneling
of the room
you offered yourself to me
like a communion wafer
while I kneeled before you
on cold black tiles
pretending to be anything
but catholic
today
our eyes met
you were no longer
the priest
you were the man
standing in line
behind me
with milk
and cigarettes