imagedescs:iwannagetmarriedintrippenshoes:im obsessed with this guy now[id: a poem titled “I’m not a
imagedescs:iwannagetmarriedintrippenshoes:im obsessed with this guy now[id: a poem titled “I’m not a religious person but” by chen chen that reads:“God sent an angel. One of his least qualified, though. Fluent only in / Lemme get back to you. The angel sounded like me, early twenties, / unpaid interning. Proficient in fetching coffee, sending super / vague emails. It got so bad God personally had to speak to me. / This was annoying because I’m not a religious person. I thought / I’d made this clear to God by reading Harry Potter & not attending / church except for gay weddings. God did not listen to me. God is / not a good listener. I said Stop it please, I’ll give you wedding cake, / money, candy, marijuana. Go talk to married people, politicians, / children, reality TV stars. I’ll even set up a booth for you, / then everyone who wants to talk to you can do so / without the stuffy house of worship, the stuffier middlemen, / & the football blimps that accidentally intercept prayers / on their way to heaven. I’ll keep the booth decorations simple / but attractive: stickers of angels & cats, because I’m not religious / but didn’t people worship cats? Thing is, God couldn’t take a hint. / My doctor said to eat an apple every day. My best friend said to stop / sleeping with guys with messiah complexes. My mother said she is / pretty sure she had sex with my father so I can’t be some new / Asian Jesus. I tried to enrage God by saying things like When I asked / my mother about you, she was in the middle of making dinner / so she just said Too busy. I tried to confuse God by saying I am / a made-up dinosaur & a real dinosaur & who knows maybe / I love you, but then God ended up relating to me. God said I am / a good dinosaur but also a sort of evil & sometimes loving no one. / It rained & we stayed inside. Played a few rounds of backgammon. / We used our indoor voices. It got so quiet I asked God / about the afterlife. Its existence, human continued existence. / He said oh. That. Then sent his angel again. Who said Ummmmm. / I never heard from God or his rookie angel after that. I miss them. / Like creatures I made up or found in a book, then got to know a bit.” /end id] -- source link
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