December 2009
3 posts
To play the part of God
We recruited Christian Slater
Because he was available
And for the part of Mary
We chose you
Because of your vindictive wit
It wasn’t very long before we figured out that
You weren’t playing that part
As much as hating the way we made you feel
And you tied your tongue to your teeth
Breathed fire and fuel
Lit mouth and yellow flame
And we wished...
Across from me, an elderly man sits pecking at a telephone that he
doesn’t understand. His shoes are expensive. Beside him sits a small
coat that I can only assume belongs to an absentee spouse. The blue
veins of his forehead show prominently and his face is a constant
frown. Perched on his nose, a small round pair of gold framed glasses.
I imagine him as a much younger man, gentle...