sometimes i like to watch kenny copeland at six in the morning.
he’s a tv minister of sorts.
he sits at a kitchen table, sipping coffee as he chats with a guest evangelist.
he has a huge head that sits atop some tiny shoulders.
he likes to look up at the ceiling a lot and flail his arms about as he tells wild stories—crazy stuff really.
meanwhile, i just wonder how his jumbo head stays upright so long.
it’s enough to make me think that maybe there is some kind of supernatural force at hand.