Prayer

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.