Let Us Pray

Cell phone alarm goes off

Tuck in my shirt

salad
coffee
talking heads on the TV
smiling

more coffee

out the door
and it's moderately sunny

everyone on the train
is lonely
and running into each other

some believe in god
some don't

but they all comb their hair
and put their ties on
like they're going to church

kneel
to fix a copier

rise when our break's over

and lust

for the cashier

When we get our check

it isn't much

We spend it on wine
and tortilla chips

and the rest
goes somewhere
mysterious

some say Jesus

some say the gas company

some say fuck it and buy DVDs

and some commit suicide

I open the door
to 50 screaming parochial school kids

and punch in

© 2010 Lee Kitzis