Thursday, April 30, 2020


If there's a god,
I hope it's not a being;

I hope it's a sprawling
administrative building

with many large wrought-iron
revolving door entrances,

polished silver elevators,
gleaming marble kiosks,

and an elaborate network
of cordoned-off lines—

which anyone can enter,
comply with some instructions, 

and then leave again, a little 
lighter on their feet

and feeling ever so relieved
for having gotten some 

bothersome bit of 
business done.