My Angel Is a Creeper

I knew my angel as soon as I saw him smiling

At me in the coffee shop

With those pale blue eyes

And flopsy curls bouncing

As he jumped like he had a centipede in his undies

Scratching his shoulders

Where wings might have been removed

Because God would only want me

To have a creeper or two watching over me

Or maybe she was that big and tall creaker

With the pig snout

In the zebra print muumuu

Welcoming me to the joys

Of the afterlife

While nudging me back to the animal world

Where I wake up in that same café

Near the condiment bar

With a bump on my head

And spilled soy milk under my shoes

And an EMT telling me that I am okay, but I will

Need to get checked out at a hospital

And that my two friends left once they knew

That I was alright.

Yep, my guardian angel is a creeper

(Or probably two because I am so much trouble)

And that comforts me in a weird sort of way

Since I know that they are staring at me all of the time