This is not all there is (the literal-minded are hereby cautioned). And, for me, the take-home message of the "sensitive man" falla... er, era is Stand. Serve. Support. Say nada. So I suppose I should delete this before it escapes. But a guy has moments. Like it or not.

Last post until the weekend. I'll be on the road.

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confessional

forgive me, father, for i have sinned.

i know it is wrong. but i want something.

to be held. to curl up with someone, skin on skin.

and be.

not be something. some captain, some stockpile, some tv fantasy, some cracked monument. just be.

and to feel skin reply “yes. stay. please. it is enough. it is more than enough.�

peace, father. i know i should think only of giving. why do you think i'm here.

i know it’s a cliché. not to mention an impossible dream. i shave the gray every morning, and mourn the numbers on the scale.

and those other numbers. the ones that proclaim the price of having failed. now there is nothing even to seek the pretense with.

as if i couldn’t feel the hate through the fingers of a girl who’s paid not to say no.

yes, father. i understand. this is why we have imaginary friends.

i know the drill.

ring a ring a rosary.

do the stations. ending with the kit in the corner. enough layers of paint and the clown smile might become me.

drop a dollar (only a dollar?) in the box, for the support of the stable of fondleable acolytes.

go out, uplifted and hollow. have faith, if you can find her. do your duty.

next.

   - O Ceallaigh

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