What He is Thinking About

I think God
is stalking me.
wherever I go, he's there!

at first it was nice
getting all that attention,
but now I just want him gone.
following my footsteps,
quiet on my tracks, he
calls my house
hangs up

one would think he has
better things to do.

there are all these messages on my answering machine
clouded with his heavy breathing.

sometimes the ground beneath my bedroom window
is worn through with his pacing
and the air is distorted where
he kept looking up

maybe I wasn't mean enough when it ended,
maybe he thinks there's still a chance.
I don't think it's working out between us, I said,
and I take it by your silence that you agree.

he let me think that,
but though by then I was more than done with him,
he is not done with me.