So I call on your name
knowing you will answer
Fisher
GOD TIME
You
Me
We talk
First you
Then me
I ask you how you doing
And you tell me about how you got a traffic ticket
I ask if you can get it fixed
You answer about your uncle joe
who knows someone
in the precinct
near Katz’s delicatessen
named Bernie
He’s always got some cow blood
on his apron
I ask you
about your bunions
and if you cut a hole in your sneaker like I told you’
it don’t hurt so much
You’re a mensch
Not like God
Too busy to answer when I ask
Four years ago I asked a Butch
For my cousin’s daughter Zipporah
The one who has acne
Did God answer
Not yet
God takes Godtime
Could be years
until God gets to your letter
Maybe God’s doing a needlepoint
for God’s favorite angel
A guy with a name twisted like a pretzel
You
Me
We know about time
