Wednesday, August 19, 2009

god's skin

We were all created in God's image, or so they say. I'm not too sure what that means when babies are born with horrible disfigurements. Maybe horrible is not the correct word. Maybe we, the "normal" people are the ones that came out wrong and God keeps trying to get it right with each cleft pallet or missing limb. And who is this god anyway, who must have adult acne and freckles, just like me? Does her skin tingle at her lovers touch? Does she wish to be thinner? Does she fiddle with her hair until she deems it good enough to be seen in public? Steve Martin the comedian once said, "If there is a god, give me a sign," and then he started talking in gibberish. I've asked the same question, and I am still waiting.

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