NaPoWriMo, Day Thirty, Poem Thirty One

Phone Poem 14

I know you humor me
in reading each poem
because when I die,
the Book of Life
will be replaced
with a bible-sized
city phone book
with your number
written over and over,
marking every time
I hung up on you
and worse.
And in place of
Saint Peter will be you
(you'll take time to
be there if I die first)
and instead of reading aloud,
you will set the book down
and let me enter.