A 19 year old girl
drew up a map
of the city
and went looking for God
[She found His large elm tree
footprints in the park,
the mystery of
His rainy breath
bending back the floodgates
of dark, overhead clouds
the taste of His tongue
in the taste of the tongue
of some brazen beast called Love
shaped like a brown eyed, lying boy]
But went home empty handed
Home was a house her father
tore down brick by fought for brick
with his whisky bottle mouth
on nights when the crescent shaped
scar of the moon seemed too far from healing
So she set about rebuilding
and in those thousand years, pain
cast a spell and turned her into someone else
And all along God had been looking for her
but by then she was too ashamed