He didnâ€™t forget the time you dumped His
sister on her birthday or when you accidentally on purpose
touched His motherâ€™s left breast.
A god just canâ€™t forget those kinds of things.
He might forgive but Â it will cost you.
His promise to not drown you
the next time gives
little comfort to a pyromaniac like you
who kindles every heart he touches
like tissue kissed by flame.
So He takes away your playthings
not wanting you to make a scene.
Aphids visit all of your rosebushes
a week before the garden show.
Your â€˜69 Dodge Charger with the Hemi engine,
and chopped into bite-size portions
Your girlfriend and her personal trainer,
and that huge argument with your twin brother
back in the Nineties,
he must be 41 now, too.
It seems too late to apologize or make amends
or to bake oatmeal cookies for the church bazaar.
So you donâ€™t.
So the only thing God leaves you
is an out-of-tune piano that can still float
but plays everything in key of G minor.
It is all one needs
to circumnavigate this world full of fire and regret.