yesteray, i saw jesus.
he sat down next to me on the train. or rather, on the other end of the three seat bench thing. i was just sitting with my back against the window, my stuff strewn across the seats, crocheting my mind to sleep, when he walked by. he just looked so...real...that i smiled at him. and so, he came to sit next to me. placed his crown of thorns carefully on the seat between us, held his duffle bag on his lap, and waited patiently for his stop.
he's a very quiet type. didn't say too much. which was fine by me, i was content feigning intense interest in my scarf so that every thirty seconds i could surreptitiously stare at him. who could help it?
it was like sitting next to a celebrity. i wanted so much to talk to him, but could hear myself blurting out something stupid. "so, um...i was you for halloween last year." yeah, that'd go over well.
so, i kept quiet. he kept quiet. for the most part, at least. it was a little surreal when he asked me "express train to stamford, right?" in a thick brooklyn accent. i had no idea jesus was from the city.
he's a very quiet type. didn't say too much. which was fine by me, i was content feigning intense interest in my scarf so that every thirty seconds i could surreptitiously stare at him. who could help it?
it was like sitting next to a celebrity. i wanted so much to talk to him, but could hear myself blurting out something stupid. "so, um...i was you for halloween last year." yeah, that'd go over well.
so, i kept quiet. he kept quiet. for the most part, at least. it was a little surreal when he asked me "express train to stamford, right?" in a thick brooklyn accent. i had no idea jesus was from the city.