God Snuck Home
by Regis Boff
The bit of God
that snuck home with me,
after I died
for a while in the hospital,
is plonked in the corner of my bed
arguing with my dog.
My name has not come up.

The bit of God
that snuck home with me,
after I died
for a while in the hospital,
is plonked in the corner of my bed
arguing with my dog.
My name has not come up.