getting saved

on sundays,
after your older brother
found God,
was saved, after he
applied the stickers to his
car,
He is risen, said one,
all will kneel
said another,
on sundays, in his new
suit,
his bow tie,
he'd pull back the sheets
and covers
from your tired
body
and say, get up, we're
all going to
church.
he'd go from room to room,
waking everyone.
his new Bible under his arm,
the gleam
in his eye boring through
you,
as you lay still,
hungover
from last night,
the scent of sarah
still
on your mind.