SAINT
ANTHONY EXPLAINS WHY HE DID NOT MAKE IT HOME LAST NIGHT
I made a
sudden turn down 54th Street
Because St. Jerome was sitting in a doorway
On 7th Avenue. There is bad blood between us
And, even
after a night of steady drinking,
I was not
eager to face Jerome and his lion
With only
my pig to back me up. Sometimes,
Though,
there are too many saints in this town;
Apollonia
was there, arguing with the Baal Shem Tov
While he
made gentle shushing noises
And kept
a wary eye on those pliers of her
Which she
kept waving for emphasis. Siddhartha
Lives a
few blocks away; he let me sleep on his couch.
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