People ask me what I do on Sunday mornings,

Now that I’m not preaching anymore, 

At the Methodist Church,

And I just smile and yawn,

And think about how I put my bikini on

And go out and play in my garden.

No one calls me “Pastor Long.”

No one really calls at all,

Or calls me anything

But Lovely and Content,

My faith’s not spent, but it’s been

Vastly misappropriated.

-jenn