God says if you love me you will make me Beef Wellington. Even though you are a vegetarian. We will go bow hunting for angels. Aim for the heart, even though they do not have hearts. They are most vulnerable when they are playing the harp. I hate harps. They keep me up when I want to sleep. I must change this some day. If you love me you will let me sleep. If you love me maybe I will. Let hours turn into years. The smell of meat and pie floating through endless kitchens of desire, which is heaven, what else could it be? Warm ovens burning all day remind me of loss. Which is another word for love. Which I have been explaining for thousands of years.
–Hugh Steinberg, “The Cranky God Poem.” From Potionmag.org (via Rileydog)
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