Maybe god is an animal we've never seen,
and all these preachers are the exlporers
out in the world
sending back crazy drawings of kiwis and platypuses.
And maybe one day
someone will get a good photo of god
running down a stream in Northern California.
Sometimes my roommate loses god,
but she misplaces a lot of things.
And it makes me think,
maybe because I live in the city
and if I moved to the country,
to where gods were wild
I'd see them picking through the trash cans
and darting in & out of the road as cars wiz by.
Or maybe they would be on The Animal Channel,
and they'd have a theologian in a khaki outfit
with a safari hat,
ready to wrestle gods.
We could get personal gods,
and you could go to the church and pay for a special breed,
the way my grandmother got her god.
Or maybe,
there's a guy in front of Safeway with a big box of gods,
and his daughter will be crying
begging if she can keep just one.
My roommate could leave her god with me,
before she thinks of losing it again.
Or like when your about to do something bad,
like smash your daughter's science project,
or have sex with a knife,
when the door seems bigger than the room,
you could just throw a stick
and god would run after it,
and you could get a moment alone.
What would it be like to take care of a friend's god?
Could you curl up in bed with their god, (is this kosher?)
My roommate never walks her god.
And sometimes i want to go to the house,
run in her room and steal her god.
Run it through the park
spray it with the hose and split a peanut butter sandwich with god,
cause god's not happy, all cooped up inside like a house plant.
So at night when my roommate goes out for a cigarette,
her god rushes out like a gust of air and starts hollering in to the darkness, then the neighbor's gods starts screaming at the stars so they have to get up and flick on lights and everyone half asleep wants them to shut-the-hell-up, but it's too late, it's out of their hands and the gods blocks away are pulling at their owner's chains, cause' they want to fill up their lungs with every ounce of air from the moon and the whole neighborhood is up and people are sticking their heads out door-ways and windows but all the gods are letting out a howl and some how they find harmony in the night.
And I like that,
because it's that harmony
I can believe in.
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