I was twelve, with little idea of the drying sediment, the vanishing well, under my feet, though as far as I could tell West Texas was desert. A shrug in the middle of forgotten. At the time, I feared one thing only: Dad would die because of me.
Forget the finger-flipping road rage,
smile for the tiny waving palm.
Bobble-hand Pope Francis
figurines for your dashboards
are available at the Madonna Shop.
We got the rosaries,
t-shirts, decals, key chains,
all the official items.
I got six rosaries.