For God the Father

Abstract

I knew your son I even thought we were buddies. When I biked to Gushue’s Cove to watch the ocean I liked to think that he went too and once when I hurtled down the sheer hill singing loudly till my lungs choked with too much air and laughing with the choking I was sure he sat on the cross-bar singing choking laughing Too but that was a long time ago and I may have been wrong. I knew your son I thought he knew me. When I ran for miles near the ocean I pretended I saw him running too and when I hurt with lactic acid twisting muscles and lungs sucking air I dreamed about Jeremiah running with horses and I was sure he ran beside me remembering his cousin Jeremiah too but that was a long time ago and I may have been wrong.