The Cross To Bear
On the Fourth of July my wife and daughter wore shirts with flags drawn on their chests. It was all patriotic and shit. However, in the spirit of my own independence, I didn’t wear a shirt with a flag drawn on the chest. Instead, when I saw the chicken burning, I yelled like Paul Revere. Then, when we got home, smelling like squibs, my daughter played with the cardboard box that had once held the urn containing my father’s ashes. Afterward in bed, I prayed and somehow found room in my prayers for Sydney Pollack, Charlton Heston, Paul Newman, Bernie Mac, even Corey Haim. I slept for a spell and then woke up thinking about the most famous footballer in all of Perú, Claudio Pizarro. I wondered if, while children might praise him for his goals, Atahualpa turns in his grave.
A work in progress. Soon to be like the gems below, we promise. We’ll keep you posted.
Pax.
– Robert Paul Moreira
