the thing that made me believe in God
was when I would drop something,
like a crayon, a pin, a pog,
and it would somehow end up
on the other side of the kitchen.
I'd be playing at the coffee table,
whatever it was would fall,
I would look under and around forever,
but find the thing farther away
than my little brain could handle.
it must be God playing a trick,
I'd think, thus beginning my belief
of God as a trickster archetype,
which has always led to my laughing
at him or her or whatever on their throne
just playing pranks on dumb kids like me.