God’s Softer Side
he kisses me when my nose is snotty,
and doesn’t mind if his face gets wet.
when he’s thirsty, he drinks my tears,
exchanges sugar for salt.
he grabs my love handles
and tickles my stomach,
reminds me that i am not fat,
but blessed.
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April 1, 2011 at 1:15 pm