drmstream[writing]

D’s Com­mu­nion One time when I was a young man I caught the scent of the priest Through the tan­nins of the com­mu­nion wine. He smelled like my father On the morn­ing that he buried my mother. I had just mar­ried. My new wife Kept two paces behind me In the com­mu­nion line. Tak­ing the host was […]