God called me on a rotary dial phone with the piggy tail cord.
That is how we met, unofficially, when I was just five
my grandparents took me to a church
and the man in the middle, his name was Revren was happy
to be the center of our attention, he beamed and bowed
although I remember details like pulling out the tiny threads
from a cotton lemon dress.
The bald man, Revren, wearing the dark dress,
a stage costume, I guessed having been to the theater
much more, before-
he handed me the receiver of the phone, and shouted
{He
wants to talk to YOU!}
Grabbing the phone,
I held it up to my ear like a shell,
no ocean, hell, just a loud sound called a dial tone.
When I handed it back after Revren asked me what He said,
I simply shrugged and muttered, { I don't think he was there-
anymore.}
Revren bald man shouted to the audience-That
i {did NOT BELIEVE}
{Pray} for little me, but I did see
i saw the light
through the stained glass panes throwing yellow strokes
liberally down the aisle
and understood others don't see this
from over there, it may be blue.
slapped my hand
for unraveling her homespun delicate
pinafore
No reason.
