me and my god 
go out for a walk 
sometimes she’s silent 
sometimes she talks too much 

about the state of the world 
her favorite perfume 
and anything else that 
crosses the block 

if I can get a word in 
I sometimes ask for 
small favors 
whether I deserve them or not 

my god likes to test my faith 
she hides my keys 
sends me idiots 
on Mondays 

to teach me patience 
to share some wisdom 
if I behave real well 
she sends me someone to be with 

and then I can forget 
my dear loneliness
that other god 
I often cheat on her with