MY GOD
(after Sandra Beasley)
My god comes from the desert
somewhere in the midst of dead,
red, and Mediterranean seas.
My god is an ambisexual
shape-shifter who writes right
to left, left to right, up to down.
My god created the blues
on a guitar, birthing them
deep in the desert of Mali.
My god plays word games
with Jesuits, Buddhist monks,
Daoists, Dervishes, Druids,
Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs,
Zoroastrians, and even
your all-purpose agnostic.
My god is profound, profane,
snarky, sensitive, hates mimes
and pretention, and dances only
when the pink moon shines.
Glint Literary Journal 