When I emerge from the tub

Fresh as greens,

And smell like beans and vinegar,

A smile on my face

Like butter on hot corn bread,

Then I go through my day

Like a winnowing fork,

Separating those who miss 

The salt pork, from those thankful souls

That know a good thing when they see one.

They get a blessing.

I don't prepare myself like this for everybody,

Just the exemplary righteous

Everyday folk.

-jenn