After Finding a Big, Ugly Centipede in my Bedroom: An Inconsequential Memory

We were walking a loop
on Sam's father's land
admiring the way -
as I recall -
he had culled the firewood,
when
from the canopy of alder and of cedar
I felt a plop!
on the top
of my head.
Suppressing a shudder
I brushed away a plump
banana slug,
still grunting assent
to Sam's sililoquy
while thinking at every step of the way,
jee-sus key-rist/
jee-sus key-rist/
jee-sus key-rist.