Best Deity in a Snowstorm.

You were crying on Tuesday

and I don’t feel bad for you today.

You walked away that winter day

when I shoveled out your mother and her cars.

I knew then, that this was the best:

you swearing against a deity and its mess.

What’s God’s problem?

My arms and my legs ache.

Does a deity have my number

or is he just getting lazy enough to

let me fall in love every day that I’m not too busy to notice.

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