Outside, God's stalking.
I'll hide until he's tired
and stare at the shower curtain.

Stains are hard to bleach
when my brain spills color.
I can feel reality.
Blue, then teal
flooding the drain.

I try to write about her, when I'm
hiding. But she's like light, harsh
and intangible.
Now my thoughts pull the curtain
around my neck.

Obsession keeps us far from heaven.
I'm in the bathroom, choked, and she seems
to surpass the gods. And I'm less
than a person, but at least
I can feel my noose.

God's gone, and she
evaporates, ascending.
The curtain snaps, 
and I leave.