Why are you so angry?
God is laughing.
God laughs.
God is unimpressed but go on –
God, if God wanted to, could turn
all our sand to glass.
But we could have so much more.
We could kiss
and never stop kissing.
We could trace our faces, run fingers
through our hair. We could
kiss in creeks carved
in flash floods. We could
kiss spiders and geckos. We could
grind dirt in our teeth,
call it communion. We could
hold black-throated sparrows
on our wrists, feed them with a kiss,
give them all our locusts. We could
kiss the clouds. We could have
so much more: (We could)
Kiss the Son or die.