she pinches god. as he sleeps beside her. snoring loudly. she wonders what he dreams. if he fucks. and how hard.
she tries to wakes him from his slumber. but he doesn't stir. she tries to imagine his nightmares. what would frighten him. how small a thought it would have to be. the absence of heaven. anywhere other than drugs. the similar location of any place one would call hell.
she listens to him breathe. the frail stumble of unconsciousness as it makes him as small as she is. as any person. cleft to the fist of the moon. distant stars like fallen soldiers. in a war that is never won.
the thick grip of a darkness that can't be penetrated.
and the whims of the god arrogantly dreaming us.