wearing the same grey t-shirts
walked up our front porch
on today, good friday,
as this good jew sipped coffee.
are you catholic?
one asked me.
no, i smiled.
is there something we can pray for you on sunday?
i thought about it.
would my rabbi kill me?
what about god?
i didn't want to hurt the girls' feelings.
how about my good health? i said.
they smiled. what's your name?
i told them then they walked next door.
maybe i'll pray for them, too.
tonight. in hebrew.
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