My dad and my mom were two theologies
braiding together like challah – Jewish and Protestant,
though they changed their faiths to math
and Love. In second grade, I was the only kid on the playground
who didn’t know about Jesus. When a girl told me,
it sounded like a Grimm fairytale. She told me to draw him.
I said, you can’t draw invisible things. (No one ever goes
as God for Halloween.) She thought I was going to hell.
I didn’t believe in hell, just reincarnation, skin into dirt into trees.
I got nightmares from the Bible. Before, I thought Gods were the same as supernovas,
but I started to picture a man in the sky with silver skin,
like someone carved into a coin. He was the only invisible friend
the therapists never tried to train out of me.
P.S. Megan Falley has a really good poem about God in her book After the Witch Hunt.