shredded wheat


          god stumped into the kitchen shaking off light like a wet dog
          it fell in pools to the floor
          he shrugged and smiled
          we had shredded wheat and bananas for breakfast
          he used a lot of sugar
          his hair was black and shiny as a raven's butt
          none of that white-haired windy-bearded shit
          he wore tennis shoes and a t-shirt that said
          EASY DOES IT
          he stood up
          -gotta go
          keep up the good work kid-
          he smiled like a tuna boat at sunset
          and set off down the street spilling light and tipping over dogs