Tanka
Sunday church
service
the preacher's laryngitis
ends the sermon—
instead, we sing hymns of praise
led by the children's choir
driving home
from Sunday prayer service
my plastic Jesus
in holy communion
with the plastic flowers
this
acquaintance
mistakenly calls me Bob
every time we talk
a strange feeling of suddenly
becoming someone else
feigning illness
I dip a thermometer
in hot water
oh mama tuck me under
hug me one more time
