I found God

In the bathroom mirror.

He had a crooked smile

And only one dimple

A half-assed

Ten dollar haircut

That covered half his face

Ears so big

They could hear a pin drop

Two houses down the street

Eyes so sunken

That when he cry

Angels could swim in the tears

Puddling at his eyelids.

I found God

In the bathroom mirror.

He looked a lot like me

So I punched him

Between the eyes.

The mirror shattered

And my hand bled

Like freshly slaughtered livestock.

Shards rained down

Like a thunderstorm

Of glass

And they crashed to the ground

Fractured again

Until the tiles beneath my feet

Were coarse

Like a see-through sand dune

On an empty beach

Set against

A red sea.

I found God

In the bathroom mirror.

He wasn’t benevolent

He wasn’t all-seeing

But he could change my fate

And observe all of me.

So I broke the bathroom mirror

So I wouldn’t have to see

So he couldn’t see me.

But still

I found God

In the shards of the bathroom mirror.