Bliss

the mail is here, lord.
since when do we get mail, archangel?
oh, I opened a new PO box.
tired of all the texts, eh?
they were a bother.
so what's in the mail? no bills, I hope.
as if. in fact, you're invited to a wedding.
really? that's a first. where?
an old ford factory in detroit. now a museum.
hmmm. would I have to officiate?
oh no, lord. you'd be just a guest. share in the joy.
ok, I'll go I suppose. is what's-her-name invited?
who?
you know, the one I like.
artemis? you still have a thing for her?
she rocks, archangel. totally killer.
if you say so, lord.
chapter and verse, archangel.