Thursday, July 20, 2023

Poem for Pam Hieronymi, draft no. 2

Pam, your mind gave me proof that God exists

You kept your turtlenecks folded in your drawers

and sculpted philosophers’ mist.

I hope you still “take God for granted”,

like you said at that prayer vigil one night.

What a sweet way to put it,

If I remember it right.

I am glad God made you,

my roommate for a mite.