Things are going badly. Handbasket badly.
What sort of things? you ask.
The usual: the Red Sox season, war, those wild cells
proliferating to kill.
So God borrows scissors from the Three Fates
and opens a salon downtown, unisex, no less.
People come and sit in the chairs under nylon bibs
like agreeable oversized babies while God runs
His holy fingers through their hair.
He clips and snips and sprays them with lotions.
He twiddles and crunches and poufs, and holds
up a mirror behind, until His clients look and see
that it is good.
At 8 p.m, God combs out a last perm, accepts a tip,
and pulls down the shades.
So has His work made this world any better?
Beats me.
Previously published in Gold Man Review and How I Became An Historian, Cherry Grove, 2014.
Comments (3)
Rhonda thank you and associates for these incredible stories. And their realities
I got your note. Still waiting to answer. You know how we wait and wait…
And that beloved soul Nancy. What a god-tuned legacy she will leave
The only organzation
Finally want to say I am just as dedicated to you as I ever was.You are still
Thank you Albert Hall. We are so grateful for your energy and dedication to Kosmos.
Who are from grass roots building a new civilization. Bless you.
Albert Hall