If there's a god,
it should
be like—
an administrative building,
huge and smooth,
with booming
marble and reassuring
wrought iron—that we
can enter
from outside, and walk
around in-
side of, not only during certain
yellow hours,
but
whenever
we feel like it—totally alone,
no crowds,
no lines or ropes or numbers
being taken, without an
appointment
or any reservations—
aimless,
but still,
every
minute that we're in there,
getting tons
of indisputably
inane business done.
