It started at a house, where my mother had a new boyfriend,
who was the Pope. He was a chubby, friendly dad-like Pope. I said goodbye to
them and took off to run a marathon.
I did one lap and came back to the house, feeling like I
must’ve been gone forever, but it had only been about four minutes. I got
water, did some stretches, and dilly-dallied in the house until it was clear
that I wasn’t going to finish the marathon. I sat down and started doing some
work.
I asked my mom what it was like to date His Holiness. She
said he was really far-off in his head sometimes, and that he seemed to
worship and practice sympathy and kindness for human beings.
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