Regarding the afterlife,
I don’t plan anything that far out.
To me, God’s house is a nap: restorative
and filled with the unconscious. 

As for daily guidance,
God’s my concealed weapon:
I’ve got no skills or license to carry
but God’s in my pocket, so
I feel stupidly invulnerable
when I go walking.

A prayer?  Like
a dropped call —
who knows what was heard
on the other end?  If it’s
important, God will call back.

There are single
moments of awe, usually
in the seconds before
an orgasm or a
catastrophe hits me.  But
when I call at those times,

it’s more like
“Look at me!” than
a supplication.

If I seem flip, forgive me,
for I know not what I do
and I’ll continue
to explain it all this simply
right up to the moment
I fall asleep, because

if something’s working,
I don’t break it down
to see how it works.