Dear Lord

I stole the following from this blog (which cites the original source). I omit the title, because I feel that the title Dear Lord is more appropriate for my favorite excerpt of the poem, which I reprint here.

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[Dear Lord][excerpt]

I am not made to pray. I close my eyes
and float among the spots behind my lids.
I chew the name God, God, like habitual
gum, think about dusting the shelves, then sleep.

words by Tania Runyan