him join us." Late July in the birches
off Cream Hill Pond before a wooden
cross my old man put together: us
singing "Day is Dying in the West."
Sun setting over Gold Hill. Mosquitoes.
Before any road trip: "Lord bless our
coming and our going from this time
forward & even for ever more.”
Sentimental. Weak theologically.
Liberal & Progressive. Mainstream
Connecticut Valley Presbyterianism.
Never the less.
“How many of you have ever shoplifted?
purging, cutting, compulsive jogging.
Fiction course. “A simple truth is nothing
but a lie.” Could have been American
Literature Survey. Starving liberal artistry.