I know prayer is
For me,
But when I start
I can’t help
But ask
“How are you?” Ω
As if regular,
hairy,
eight-legged and
four or six
or eight eyed,
venomous,
silent,
fanged
critters weren’t
bad enough,
God decided
they needed
springs
as well. Ω
Your hair could
stop
a speeding truck
or bullet.
I hope it shields
you
from the
ridicule too. Ω