At 9:35 on a Sunday morning,
And without warning, I see Ken and Barbie
Ensconced within,
So perfectly coiffed and arranged,
And even the whoosh of their vehicle by
Gives me a whiff of the latest millennial version of Aqua Velva.
I see the beady eye of that Kia
Menacing, promising me that it will take me to church too,
Someday, just a little while longer.
But I've just walked a mile and a half with you, God,
And I wouldn't trade that for anything.
-jenn
No comments:
Post a Comment