Just this past May, I changed. I am no longer—technically—a Priest of Nothing.
As of May 11th, 2021, I became a priest of the Incan sun-God, Inti.
I couldn’t really change until then: until I felt I needed to; my priesthood works that way, you see. I’m glad that I did, though; I feel so much better, now.
Dear Heavenly Father:
That elegant black man in the wheelchair
Who gossips with me about the goings on in the homeless shelter we both stay at
He left, tonight, in an ambulance. Please.
Keep and protect him, that he and I might
Gossip about the goings on here, again soon.
I was glad
That she quit
She was being
To whom she
Had just been.
And that is
Now and then
I fish a
Butt from a
Tray, and I