Peter was there, too, when I screamed about the gobs
of the modern to my eighth graders. Peter listened
with my students and accepted candy. He was Saul,
the first king, to me, not the persecutor. I want to play
chess with Timothy. I don’t care what anyone tells me.
That religion which would have me as a member must
honor a false god. God is good to us. We need not know.