John the Baptist probably sounded a bit like Nathan,
especially when he’s not taking his medication,
like the other month, when he was so angry
that we wouldn’t give him any money, so he called
the cops on us, a church. “Which Nathan?” I ask
our office manager, when he comes knocking
on the door. “Which Nathan?” she asks, when I mention
I’ve seen him around again, with his red bible
and cardboard sign, a few blocks...
