Mood: Sacriligious
Drinking: Water, glass #2
God is my djinni.
I keep him at my beck and call.
But I don’t make him work that often.
(Some days I don’t call at all.)
I keep him in a blue glass bottle
in the back corner of my mind.
He has his own dresser drawer,
toothbrush, razor and comb.
And he doesn’t disturb the
dusty important piles of
old phone numbers, def
leppard lyrics and the
sticky sweet taste of port wine.
It’s not his permanent address
(he does the omnipresent thing)
But I like to know where he is
at all hours
so we play house and pretend
that’s where he gets his mail.
It’s a comfortable arrangement.
Mutually beneficial.
I have a superhero on standby
and he knows I only knock
when I really, really mean it.
-Lo, with a pre-emptive “You think you know, but you have no idea!” snap.
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