photo of roses above garden gate

I Ate Your God by Christine Brandel

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My neighbor looks for God on the back of a burner,
watching out windows to the garden front gate.
Wouldn’t he come like a man in blue clothing?
Wouldn’t he be here like a library card?
Someone like me said I can’t even read but
I bit into God and chewed saltwater chocolate,
passing stale, sacred tastes across the width of my tongue.
I even swallowed God with a trace of enamel
and still had room for the dinner I made.
I didn’t try hard but hid God in my stomach.
I ate without asking, without eating at all.

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Christine Brandel is an British-American writer currently teaching and writing in the Midwest. She writes a column on comedy for PopMatters and has published a chapbook of poetry, Tell This To Girls: The Panic Annie Poems. She rants and raves through her character Agatha Whitt-Wellington on Everyone Needs An Algonquin and recently published a collection of her work.

Lead image“Roses above gate” (via Flickr user DennisM2)