Sitting with JesusA Poem by Erin LeeSitting with Jesus By Erin L George
I found Jesus at Cumberland’s sipping a green slushy. I looked around. I looked away, hoping he hadn’t seen me.
I hid the beer behind my back and put the Trojan’s on the rack.
“Hey, you over there, come and sit.” I looked around. I looked behind just to be sure I had my mind.
I wondered how to say no, praying he’d just let me go.
He waved me on, smiling hard. I sat with him on a corner stoop, eyes fixed on cement while he gulped down his loot.
Oblivious to other men, he asked me how the hell I’d been.
I fumbled for my words just then: “I’ve been around, passing time.” “…Just last week gave to the March of Dimes.”
“I’ve helped a child,” “I’ve been much less wild.”
His lips lifted a quirky smirk, his hand upon my knee: “I didn’t ask you what you’ve done, I asked you how you be.”
He sucked that green apple dry while I told myself not to lie.
I looked at him, still jabbering and asked him what he meant. He smiled and reminded me “It’s May, it isn’t Lent.”
I found Jesus at the corner store and we shot the s**t: “What was it like to die for us?” “Did you ever sin?”
“It wasn’t so bad.” and “Don’t be sad” “I’ve got lots of friends.”
So when I die, I’ll be sure to bring a green apple slushy, or maybe three, two for Jesus, one for me.
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