Tuesday, March 9, 2010

i held the door open to the church
a man with his hands full
walked up to me
and asked me to take the cigarette out of his mouth & hold it.

I waited for him. outside
another man, approached me and
asked me if i knew Doug, the man whose
cigarette i was holding
"no, i do not".
Doug came back outside said he didnt feel
right smoking in church.


i told him we smoke on the roof.

[we encounter people, often tangentially.]

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