© Margaret Wesseling
Now I’m trying to go to sleep
and I don’t believe in you because you never answered
although somehow, like coffee, I couldn't stop praying.
Lord, could you please get Cristian some glasses
two years ago when he needed them
instead of punishing him for two years
and get Alfonso a father and Bernie a mother
and I don’t know what’s going on with Bertha
and sometimes, don’t care. More materials, God
and fewer students, and some sleep.
God, bully, extortionist
I stopped praying to you and then couldn’t stop
old God, hypocrite God
dirty slimey snotball producing God
mismanager of the funds of the universe
probably embezzling up there
and that’s why I have all these parking tickets
Lord, my Lord, I don’t
believe in you you did this.