Thursday, January 24, 2013
Divinity
In a grove hidden from traffic, Jicky declared himself
a god.
But only to Bell-Boy. who was eating from a can
of Chef Boyardee Beefaroni with a wooden
mixing spoon.
“THIS is my god!” He held up the can and waved the spoon, from which bits of macaroni flew.
Jicky smiled, Beefaroni being his sacred symbol.
The next day, a cop and social worker collared Bell-Boy
who stayed back to read a comic book as Jicky explored dumpsters.
He was taken to the new shelter where the mayor
pointed out his bed on TV and presented a box of Powerbars.
Jicky didn’t have to see it, for he sensed it on his
inner receiver. Then he performed what he thought
he’d never: blessing the mayor and city.
would put it online.
Labels: dvinity, homeless, hunger, politics, religion
