![]() And I walk out feeling better.Ģ008: "Sonnet IX" by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningĪnd I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you/anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these/to have you listen at all, it's necessary/to talk about trees. I just put my soul into a box, like a busted computer, and haul it in. Like windows that have been painted shut, Like a saltwater taffy, or amputate my DNA, or open my wrists Now I have a god who's like a mechanic who can fix anything, Staring at death's face in the bricks, close enough to see we had Woke up, going sixty straight at a brick wall, slammed the brakes, heartīanging like a wrecking ball in my chest, Like god's the national guard you call in Un-godlike plates, but I wanted my god pure, and not watered downīy human beings, so I just had one of thoseĬatastrophe gods- you know, the one you only turned to in an emergency, The people you ever wronged testify against you.Īnd then there was the church which was like this cafeteria, where Used to carry small dogs on airplanes, as you listen on the radio to all Your soul in the back seat in one of those kennels You sit in a parked car on the outskirts of heaven, the engine idling, Like heaven was the United States, and Earth was Mexico, and angels Hal Sirowitz (who was on the Nuyorican Poets Cafe Poetry Slam team in 1993) won an NEA Fellowship in Poetry in 1994 Jeffrey McDaniel (who was on numerous DC. They'd pin all their problems on, and that was very nice of god:Īnd then there were those who said you better be good on Earth Then I saw politicians trotting god out on a leash, like a racehorseĪnd ride to the finish line. Like he was their best friend, but then they'd jump up and spikeĪnd I'd be confused, because if you're number one, then If the Romans had just put up with Jesus and let him die of old age.Īnd then there were the football players, kneeling down in front Gave 'em some money they'd let me look, and then I could see godĪnd though I liked the idea of spying on god, I began to wonder They had the secret to god, like god was a keyhole and their eyeball Then there were people on television, dressed in weird clothes On the freeway and give you the finger, which is very different Then I saw people who had Jesus' name on their bumper sticker,Īnd sometimes those people with Jesus on their bumper sticker With a pair of binoculars, a cotton candy beard, a six pack, Then there were those people who used god to threaten you,īe careful-god's watching, like god was a badass hillbilly Like he'd know what was floating around in there, like he might be Out of cellophane, like he could stare directly into our hearts Who you tried to butter up, and then got mad at if you didn't The first god I remember was a Santa Claus god, who you only
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