FROM, ELIAS

GOD

I know God is a woman
because She stood tall in my bedroom
after climbing back into her boxers
where She reached for my ceiling fan
and let there be light.  



TENSE ERRORS

That long-haired boy, fingers fumbling buttons
leaving his dress shirt 
to frame his pale arms
like an acrylic robe. It sparks;
The light catches his eyes.
I’ll take a picture with that broken camera
he left me with no use for,
pilfering the props box
where I last saw it, donated.