america
the minor thirds edit.

fucking the mormon missionary from cali
was like fucking america
or how i imagine the america in coca cola commericals
and hollywood sitcoms to feel like

having him close to me
was like having disneyland in me
cloying sweet and deeply artifical
fun when young, camp when old.

learning about god from him
was like learing from las vegas
except for the lack of theology
or theory.

loving him was like feeling guilty
for singing along to a pop song
and mourning for his loss
was like missing the tailfinned ford fairlanes.

it in the end
was even better then the real thing.