Oh Dear God

I.

Give me

Patience

Now or if not

Now soon the pulsing slow motion notion of

Holding on

makes my marbled muscle ribbons scrunch against the bone

I know you don’t condone face punching or toe crunching

So bring it

II.

She joked

Patience

should not be pleaded for

because praying for it brings more perseverance

producing problems. So instead I prayed for

a bludgeon

III.

I let Him have it.

Every word I’d smoke-screened with sarcasm,

Every glare I’d painted with lowered lids,

Every fist I’d gloved with playful malice,

I said, I’m tired of

me.

and God said,

Good.