I lIved like a god.

My thin back walking out the door,
my heart of mayonnaise.

I put halos on heads
and then they cursed me.

Even the posh deserve names.

And the people who went out at sunset
waiting for fear to find them—
I left obscenities on the benches.

I made all manner of transportation
miss its destination
and the signs instructing people
not to cry—I hung them.

I passed out fliers—
ten percent off if you walk ten miles.

Finally I tried to kiss someone
and they said I was drunk.

And now the real gods have come
so I can sit down,
so I can shut up early
and later act dead.