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I’m Not the Virgin Mary

Julie Kovacs

Two young men came down from the apartment upstairs
talking to each other when they saw me outside my door
getting ready to go bicycling to the local university campus.

I was putting on my helmet when they said “Good afternoon”
to me and I returned their greeting.
Judging by the way both of them were dressed, in black suits with
crisp white shirts and black ties carrying a briefcase,
I knew they had something to sell me and it wasn’t aluminum siding.

One of the men asked me if I wanted to learn more about Jesus.
I thought to myself, are you kidding? Dressed up like that?
You don’t think Jesus himself would be wearing that sort of get up
to preach in, do you?

But I politely replied I already had a religious affiliation.
Naturally, both men were curious as to what it might be.
I declined but as an afterthought, should have said that
I was a member of the Church of the Jumping Goulash.

It would have thrown them off course long enough to consider
getting lunch than continuing this conversation that was going nowhere.
By that time I had to get to class at the campus.
The two men who were so clean cut and well dressed
asked me my name as I mounted the bicycle.
Positive they had to report back to their head honcho
every mission failed or successful that day,
I replied, “The Virgin Mary!” as I rode away.



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