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God the gorilla or wolf

Who cannot be named

Who sits preening me, cracking

lice, upping the shine

Who knocks me over

with His teeth

and expressionless lips

Who noses the soft parts underneath

Who rages at my bellygods

at my other beloveds

Who sets out His own feast

Who row by row across

the unearthly white

of the scalp scrapes up

what He can eat

Who numbers my hands, my eyes

Who has motherhen guile

Who cannot be distant only

Who will not play by my rules