We were drunk and read the Bible. Remember, you were excited about God changing minds. Nothing went without saying. It was a heart- shape, dog-close. One of us read if your spirit won’t go with me, don’t carry me up from here, one of us laughed. Read me the book on Jonah you said, read me on a man who doesn’t do what he’s told until aswim, a prayer in a fish belly. There were more freckles than expected and sweaty tangents. Take your half in the middle, I explained. How many cubits could be kissed in recompense.