I Have Been Where the Sidewalk Ends

"I don't believe in God,"
she says
I clap my hands three times
to drown out this
belief death
but the universe rewinds
itself into a puzzle that,
when studied, analyzed,
holds truth out like a
trophy-sword to
vanquish mythos! conquer lies!
my friend's a scientist while I
devour alchemy--
ghosts, wardrobes, made up lands
my strange affinity
needs this fiction in my life
I go where poets dwell.
hallucinate undreamed of things
my heaven--
and her hell