-good morning-

did the passion for deviant sexual behavior 

drive Priest to his priesthood?

It’s okay with me if it did.

after-all, it was deviant sexual passion which

drove me to pedal fast toward Angela DiConcini’s house.

it’s always some-thing or some-one which

drives us to our callings.

first, it was my father who drove me.

then I rode my bike

then I took the bus

then I drove there myself.

with Priest?

It's every kid for himself.

In Italy, the elders of his kind rode girls' bikes

because their cassocks were as long as dresses.

baskets filled with freshly baked breads

were strapped to the handlebars

and the Priests rode with their backs

in near perpendicular to the length of their bikes

like wide-brimmed, black-sheathed planks of wood

bobbing over the cobblestones.

they always seemed good natured

when riding their bikes from the bakeries.

Priest drove a black Mercury sedan.

he kept the motor running at the curb

as he looked out for our best interests

whenever we played basketball in the little park

across the street from the rectory, three-on-three,

shirts against skins.

Quequechan, USA