For Joy

Dear God. Creator of all. Of even Giant Short-faced Kangaroos.
Hear my cry, this prayer, this plead.
Watch over your child Joy Hong-Mei Lin, sister of mine. a Shasta Daisy.
Let not her dog bathroom the living room
Let the library where she works keep her and pay her and the books not fall upon her crushing her cranium to destroy her hypothalamus and send her spine into her brachiocephalic vein and puncturing her thorax and turning her into a catatonic vegetarian.
Let the cumulonimbus clouds not dwell over her head. Let her rise above those metaphorical storms. Let the Sun Shine on the Alberta Wild Rose.
Let the Red Baron Frozen Pizza dinners be dinner enough.
Let the Camry not die. Or slip on a banana peel.
Let the Hybrid Prius not die and continue to save gas money.
Let the Gila Monster not bite her patella.
Let the Ceiling not crack and leak.
Let the electricity light and water flow.
Dear God. and your son Jesus.
I pray for my sister Joy Hong-Mei Lin:
Let the branches of the willow not bitch-slap her
Let the apples of the apple tree not Newton her
Let the pricks of the tree with pricks not prick her
Let the bush of the neighbors' not get seen getting pissed on by her dog Max.
Let the traffic of Flossmoor Rd. not stampede her
Let the biopond of her highschool not poison her
Let the Lake Michigan of North America not tsunami her
Let the monsters of the dark not terrify her
Let the black-footed ferrets of the mountains not fart on her
Let the criminals of the earth find some love in their hearts
Let the assholes of the world not bother her.
Let the valley of life not stop her.
Dear God. Father.
For Joy Hong-Mei Lin, my sister, I pray.
Let the dead Woolly Mammoth not return to life and spread the Avian Bird Flu to her
Let the Godzilla of Japan not come to America and eat her.
Let the Nazis of Germany not return to life and incinerate her.
Let the Bald Eagle not gauge out her eyes.
Let the bad prom dates of her class not take her to prom.
Let the beaver not build too many dams and flood her basement.
Let the rock throwing jerks not calculate in the Coriolis Effect when throwing rocks at her.
Let the light guide her.
Let the light save her.
Let the light love her.
Dear God. Superbless my sister. and the Baby Bison, because they're adorable.
Let the Gabe forgive my incomplete poetry checklist,
For God will still hear this cry, this prayer, this plead
For the Protection of my sister.
Amen.