The thing about faith is that it requires so much more. On a good day, I trust what I\u2019m told by most. On a bad day, I don\u2019t believe myself. Good days are often bad and vice versa. Your eyes give you away, more than your I\u2019s, which say even more. I close my eyes and trace the walk down from the apartment to the corner gas station, sweating in the near-summer heat of the Mississippi and holding the bleeding condensation of Busch in their plastic hearse as I wade back upstream to the patio where I\u2019d wait for you. The first sips take away the heat of the late afternoon while you work, while your child naps, swims or bathes. The sweat congeals against my skin under one too many layers of clothing. The sips become slugs. The days pass. And I wonder if I have traded nothing less for nothing more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The thing about faith is that it requires so much more. On a good day, I trust what I\u2019m told by most. On a bad day, I don\u2019t believe myself. Good days are often bad and vice versa. Your eyes give you away, more than your I\u2019s, which say even more. I close my eyes … <\/p>\n