Harry watches television in silence.
God plants clues in everything, and Harry thinks
with enough silence, God will say who he is.
But these distractions, these sins; they’re not Harry’s
sins, but they want to be.
These sins want to inflate Harry’s ego and obscure God clues.
Harry searches God’s hiding places: asylums, dumpsters,
crack dens, hustlers, and speed freaks.
God swims in oceans of puke and dares Harry to follow.
Harry sleeps for two or three days in the sanitized houses
of God where pious friars who don’t know God tell him to
pray and give him deodorant.
Harry wants to belong to these men.
He wants clean hair and an eternally pregnant mother
dressed in stars.
But God is on the street across from the church sleeping
in a stream of piss.
How did it begin?
When Harry was five, he lapsed into the unhurried sleep of the
child and had a dream…
(c) Rob Goldstein 2018