The man in flannel
and dirty blue jeans
knocked on my door,
yelled, "Are you in there?!
Open the door!"
I thought that maybe
it was you, coming over
to tell me you were
miserable without me.
HA! What a joke, huh?
And I'd take you into
my forgiving arms and
you'd profess your love
(like THAT could happen!).
But it was a scary man
with wild grey hair
gathered in a ponytail
and psychotic eyes.
He blew smoke in my face
and grunted, "A water main broke.
You might not have water tonight."
Jesus, I know I've been
drinking more than usual,
have cried a river of tears,
but it's not my fault.
Even he looked at me
with hatred.
I plopped down on my couch,
whispering to myself,
"God is missing,
and they're blaming me."
