11.6

he asked for a hat.

I was there to give out

someone else’s peanut

butter sandwiches and

bag lunches on the first

snow day.

and the cap I thought I’d lost

was there, could’ve given it.

but I said no, don’t have a hat.

and like Peter, the cock crowed

for the third time

on the nobility of my caring.

not Jesus yet. not even

close.

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