by Spencer Eckart
I got into an argument with an erudite priest over whether Socrates was Christian. I told him nah man Socrates was effing BC! And he was like anyone who communes w/ spirit at the level he did is in the Holy Spirit and is Christian by proxy. I told him that’s cool but also fuck you. He said so you agree? I said no that Christ is a sex symbol. He said fuck you sir. I said Walt Whitman said argue not concerning God. He said I’m not arguing I’m just spreading the gospel which is ultimately true so there really is no debate. I said OK that’s fine I love you bro. He said I love you bro. But also fuck you I said. He said fuck you as well. Neither of us said anything for a while. Then he and I and everything else began to dissolve into infinite mind. And I started vocalizing involuntary. He said I’m dead over and over again. He and I are one guy. All my shit ends like this because I don’t know how to write an ending. Really that was just an explanation of smoking 5-MeO-DMT. I make fun of writing MFAs but if any of yous want to teach me how to write a proper ending please click the little envelope button on my website. And we can belong to each other forever.
Spencer Eckart lives in the Great Smoky Mountains. His debut collection, Blue Heron Inn, is forthcoming.