He is Risen

Maybe I'm already resurrected

I tell my Sunday School teacher after

class this morning - she has to sit down but

it's not because she's tired. Maybe you're…?

she begins but can't finish so I do

it for her and add Yes ma'am, that's right, what

do you think and she looks through her glasses

at me as if they're dirty windows and

then takes them off and looks at the ceiling

and then puts them on again and says Well,

Gale, I think that you're precocious and I

don't know what that means but I don't want

to lose my little bit of ten-years-old 

power by saying so so I just say

Yes ma'am, goodbye, I'll see you next week, but

we're eternal now, there is no time, so

I might as well stay. But she's in my chair.