Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Last Prayer Meetin' at Her House

She asked me if I’d sold my house,
And I replied, “It was goin’ fine.”
And then she pressed me for more detail,
And so I told her a bit.
But right in the middle
Of my sentence
She jumped with both feet
In the men's discussion
Down at the end of her bar.
And after she’d straightened their asses out,
She turned back to mine
And asked again,
And so I began to tell her a little more,
When poof she disappeared again,
Transported herself right into the men’s bidness.
And I just got my coat
And headed out the door,
And ya know,
I think that was the last time
I went to a prayer meeting at her house.


-jenn long

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