#messagesfromgodonabathroomwall

Undated poem. First published in WAX Zine as "#bathroommessagesfromgod

Sometimes God talks to you on a bathroom wall.

It read ‘It will be okay. I promise I love you.’

Whether God meant the promise about love, or that it will be okay didn’t really matter.

The ballpoint scrawl on white plaster meant both.

And who is God? Who is the ballpoint pen scribbling altruist - the beatitude bestowing Bodhisattva?

She’s a sweaty frustrated Quan-Yin on her way home from an abortion. And she’s a fentanyl lethargy girl in Reno. And he’s a depressed Siddhartha making his way home from a late gas station shift.

God is a carpenter with wings and a cook who smells like cheap beer and expensive cologne.

It will be okay. I promise. I love you.