Finding Holiness Beyond Houston’s Scores of Sacred Spaces
We’d made a connection across tables, generations, tongues, our own tiny blip of transcendence. Holiness in the noodle bar.
When I said I didn’t have dressy clothes, he told me that didn’t matter. When I said I hadn’t been to church in ages, he said this was the time to start. When I said it’d be at least a little bit strange, wouldn’t it, bringing your literally shunned boyfriend to your literal family’s literal congregation, my ex told me he wasn’t an idiot, of course he understood, but here he was making a genuine effort. And also he’d pay for breakfast.
Bryan Washington’s debut collection, Lot, is forthcoming from Riverhead Books. He has written for the New York Times, the New York Times Magazine, Vulture, BuzzFeed, The Paris Review, Boston Review, Tin House, One Story, GQ, FADER, The Awl, and Catapult. He lives in Houston.
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