God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.

It Is In The Small Things We See It. The Child's First Step, As Awesome As An Earthquake. The First Time You Rode A Bike, Wallowing Up The Sidewalk.

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.

You Who Have Inhabited Me In The Deepest And Most Broken Place, Are Going, Going