I don’t remember what he looked like,
I don’t even remember his name,
I do remember he was
the bully of the seventh grade.
He never hassled me,
maybe his reputation was tougher than he was.
One Monday morning
he asked if I had seen him receive
communion at Sunday Mass.
Communion required
both spiritual and physical preparation.
A small incident decades ago.
Why did he ask me?
Was he trying to say that he wasn’t
as bad as people thought?
Why did he ask me?
Was he reaching out or
was he just making small talk?
I’ve wondered.
The Bully
photo from web, highly manipulated
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