I Never Make It Very Far


I left god in a Maryland parking lot
Dancing with my drunk neighbor. No looking back.
I doubt they noticed I was gone; they never
Noticed I was there. Two consumed by spirits.

I ran home to find my parents’ god had not
Aged well and wasn’t taking any questions.
They never understood why I kept asking,
When the answers were both ancient and clear. It’s

Too late to demand changes. And all you need
Is written in stone. Why did I still attack
A sleeping god? The One God, they insisted,
Though I had met many more, and knew fear hits

Hardest when the gods want to see what you’ve got.
They take my bag, and together we unpack.