……When god revealed himself to me, he came flawed, seemingly smug, lacking in hugs, kept a mean mug, didn’t think he dug, anything I was saying, supercilious eye when he once caught me praying, once wrote a poem about the Bible and peace, he mumbled something about the self knowing and not knowing what’s known, I remember thinking this old man is going, going, gone; with his sagging pants, he’d hear music and start to dance, whilst mopping up the floor, intense like he was settling a score, there’s more; he spoke out brashly saying “don’t tell me; not everyone makes it”, then took his hat off, wiped his forehead with a forearm…… flagged me, then walked out the door.