—WHAT IF YOU HAD IT ALL, AND NOBODY TO CALL?

 

 

She Said I Looked Like Jesus

 

She said I looked like Jesus and therefore would no longer kiss me. I’d grown a beard. Let my hair run a little. We’d been married years. Ironically, her name was Mary. Ironically, she’d had a virgin birth, which I learned after months of Mary not kissing me. Her child’s name was Alex, her lover’s name, Pete.