A daily poem #263 – September 22, 2010

A poem
by Tina Chang

Celestial

When everything was accounted for
you rummaged through my bag to find
something offensive: a revolver,
a notebook of misinterpreted text.

I’m God’s professor.
His eyes two open ovens.
He has a physical body
and it hiccups and blesses.

Tell me a story before the mudslide,
tell it fast before the house falls,
before it withers in the frost, before
it dozes off next to the television.

I couldn’t tell if it was that screen
or the sky spitting dust and light.

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~ by Chris Hibbard on September 21, 2010.

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