Thursday Afternoon Nap

waking up hit hard

like a Christian getting

old-timey religion

like Sister Jackson.

All four foot eight of her

running flat out, blue and white hanky

waving in the air, eyes closed,

with that high pitched sound half way

between a prayer and calling the hogs

And Jesus standing there with both fists

pounding down on your back knocking

them sins right out of you,

and almost knocking the breathe as well

But I hit the snooze button twice

then get up and find some ice water

thankyoujesus ice water

and make a ‘loney sandwich

and now I feel like I might make it

to heaven, or at least suppertime.