This too shall pass
I am naked, on my back, in bed,
on the fourth floor, at the Pigeon Coop.
I am looking up at the ceiling. I’m
wanting a cold beer, and a cigarette.
She turns to me, and runs her
fingernails lightly across my chest.
She lingers at the ring in my left nipple,
and she gives a little tug.
She says, “You know that joke you told me
about the chocolate chip cookie,
and the glass of milk?”
There’s an old joke.
A new priest is hearing confessions
for the first time. The woman he’s
listening to has confessed to
having anal sex. The priest doesn’t know
what to tell her, and so he asks a
passing alterboy ‘what do you get for
anal sex?’ The alterboy says:
‘2 cookies and a glass of milk.’
I look down into her eyes.
“Sure I remember the joke.”
She says, “Well I have told all my friends.
They love it.”
“Tell them you heard it from a priest,”
I say, “tell them you heard it from a priest
while he took you from behind.”
She scoots her warmth closer to me.
I look up at the ceiling, thinking
about cigarettes, and cold beer.
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Okay,
Father Luke
