on the trip back home
we stood in front of the
air pump at the gas station
in awe of all it's simple metal
and the fact that we had no idea
how to use it, but a man came along
in ***** slacks and a beaten bike, asked
if we needed help and I noticed how his teeth
appeared to be solidified together like one giant
tooth on each row. And I wouldn't have thought
about the ***** man with two giant teeth ever
again if my mom hadn't have pointed out
that he might have been god. and maybe
so, maybe not. Maybe he was just the
***** man on the bike but what if
he was god and what if I had
missed the monumental
moment to ask him all
of my questions, lay
all of my fears out
on the coffee stained
pavement. But we
hadn't and we had
left, drove 13 hours
to St. George, Utah
without a second
thought.