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.