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.
