an old dream

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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