And all the people of his household, those born in his house and those bought with money from foreigners, were circumcised with him.
This is not the party I want to be at.
Truthfully, I wasn’t invited, but they
made me the guest of honor anyway.
No one talked with me about it since.
They didn’t say, you were a real champ
or even apologize.
I’d imagine the booze was great
and someone had a nice payday for
showing up with the right equipment.
I’d like to look them up and thank them
for their expertise and what I assume
was a steady hand. At this point, they
likely took this memory to their grave.
We threw the same party for our son.
A friendly stranger did the honors.
I hear it’s hygienic, though our incentive
was Biblical. Abraham did it when he
was old enough to remember.
Now that guy was a champ – showing us
how covenants were done. You can’t really
show anyone anymore –
not without permission, and no one
wants to ask, or talk about it, or
have this memory at all.