unlocking the air: lewis's god

12 April
2007

6:22 AM

glbt
writing

lewis's god

by pericat

Lewis has a tiny God.
He keeps It in a box, under his mattress.
It is a flat box.
Lewis never turns his mattress.

Lewis's Godbox has no lid.
There's a slit in the side.
A very narrow slit.

Every night before he goes to sleep,
he kneels beside his bed.
He reaches under his mattress,
past the apple cores,
and the yellowing newspapers,
and the runkled magazines,
to his Godbox.

He pulls it out and shakes it,
to wake his God.
Into the slit he slides, one by one,
all the things he found that day,
that he doesn't like.

Lewis's God whirrrrrrs, clickclickclick,
munch munch.
"Feed me, Lewis! Good Lewis!"

Lewis's God is very small,
and very hungry.

comments [2]

munchicken — 20 April, 12:22 PM

just by chance, stopping by to check the new version of weather-report, which i used in the past, i stumbled upon this amazing poem. i was hoping for a track-back, but do not see the option :(
since this is not an option, would you mind if i copied it to my site, and of course gave you credit and a link back to your site? (that’s how much i truly like it) :)
if not, no worries.
~sarah

pericat — 21 April, 08:04 AM

Aww! That’s really nice of you. I’d kinda prefer you not quote the whole thing, but you may certainly link it. :)

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lewis's god

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2007

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