Patron Saints of Nothing

by Randy Ribay

We can only handle so much truth at any given moment, I suppose.

My tongue forgot the taste of tocino and Tagalog.

zeugma?

But it was high enough to make me feel scared back then, high enough to make me feel philosophical now.

Truth is a hungry thing.

His courage was like this storm. Mine is like a single raindrop.

St. Clotilde, the patron saint of disappointing children.