I have seen God and found Him ugly. His fussy l

ips slick back and soddom n gomorrah teeth glitte

r like pillars of salt. The mob has been made in his 

image; the scent of his skin smolders with mine. I w

anted to love Him, you know. To taste milk and honey

in His butterfly kisses, sweet. To listen and be wrapped i

n paradise. I have known the warmth of a lover, but never

 a warmth like this. Today He watches. Today He smiles aga

in. I am spitting out ash and want nothing more than vinegar 

to cleanse my mouth. They tilt the crucifix to my burning eyes. 

No springtime lamb. All I see is a man, a man in desperate need

of a mirror.