It's Not Sunday

My god, when I know him,
will speak pig latin
and say his own name
He will not do parlor tricks
or supernatural manifestations
to prove what depends on perception
and he won't sell salvation
He will not embarrass me in public
with bad music or bad logic
or threaten damnation
He will not recite Ginsberg or Kerouac
or say bad words to get my attention


My god will not have a phone number
and it won't be 911
He will not perform miracles on demand
when I don't feel like
taking out the garbage
He will not negotiate trust
as a prerequisite to love
My god, when I know him,
will be so human
that he doesn't know that
he is his own best idea
My god, when I know him,
will speak with a Filipino accent
and drink Barako and look
just like the face of love
I already know



~XineAnn