It had been so long
since I’d had a dream about Christ
That it kind of took me
by surprise when He
Appeared at the foot of
my bed, floating
A couple of feet above
the shag carpet in that way
He used to when He was
a regular
Guest in my college dorm
apartment.
He used to talk to me a
lot back then. This time, though
He just stared at me
from across the length of my Amish-made quilt
His eyes so sad and
sorrowful that I honestly felt
That I had done something wrong.
“Can I get you something?” I asked
Because even if I am
some sort of sinner
I am always polite to
houseguests.
Jesus, He used to talk
to me, and maybe
He would still, if I
didn’t have a man asleep in bed next to me
But Jesus is just so
damned polite I think
He was afraid of waking
my husband up.
since I’d had a dream about Christ
That it kind of took me
by surprise when He
Appeared at the foot of
my bed, floating
A couple of feet above
the shag carpet in that way
He used to when He was
a regular
Guest in my college dorm
apartment.
He used to talk to me a
lot back then. This time, though
He just stared at me
from across the length of my Amish-made quilt
His eyes so sad and
sorrowful that I honestly felt
That I had done something wrong.
“Can I get you something?” I asked
Because even if I am
some sort of sinner
I am always polite to
houseguests.
Jesus, He used to talk
to me, and maybe
He would still, if I
didn’t have a man asleep in bed next to me
But Jesus is just so
damned polite I think
He was afraid of waking
my husband up.
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