Poem of the Day: Sherman Alexie, "Psalm Like It Hot"

i haven't had a POD in a while, but this one was just sent out by one of my favorite authors, Sherman Alexie. He's a Spokane/Coeur d'Alene Indian now living in Seattle who- i think but i'm not sure- used to be a construction worker by day while cranking out fiction at night. i have this image of a guy walking into his apartment around 8pm, grunting a little, throwing down his hard hat on the floor with grimy fingers, and settling down at a typewriter with a beer at his side. that's how i picture Mr. Alexie 20 years ago. 

Psalm Like it Hot

I wanted to write "churning   water" but typed "churching"   instead. The water churches.   The water churched. The water   Will church again tomorrow.   I'm sure this typo has happened   To other people but has anyone   Ever called it a prayer?   I don't believe in God   But I talk to God anyway.   So, yes, I belong to the Assembly   Of the Hypocritical.   Come join us. Open   The hymn book and sing   To the (un)holy trio   Of the Farther, Sun.   And Holy Goat.