her letters to “god”

though she never received a

reply, she always wrote him,

in her little diary & planted it

neath’ her mattress when she

was a teenager (she had an

image in her head…her

beautiful caucasian jesus

with his pretty blue eyes &

his hippie beard), now, even

though her friends slowly

stopped believing in the fiction,

she quietly kept her faith

throughout the years, despite

the further desperation which

her life began to amass,

jotting down

jotting down

jotting down,

all her prayers, all her needs,

all her hopes, all her dreams,

as if she was composing a

to-do-list for her personal

deity,

until one day her

home was broke into &

the diary went up in flames,

burning to the ground with

the rest of the place,

after the thieves robbed it

blind & dowsed it

in kerosene.