i fucked god in a bathroom stall and she didn't even let me cum she pulled me off the crest as my eyes met the back of my skull and my legs hummed if i were a more pious man i would have prayed for release; kissed her neck like David kissed Bathsheba and sin in her name as he did to uriah. but i sat there like a pagan dissatisfied and faint "you disappoint me," i told her so she spat on my face to anoint me. but a quiet understanding rests between the two of us and our earthly whole for basking in the light of the lord fills nothing in the shadow of my soul so she's fucked me (as a benevolent god should) and punished me for my disinterest holding me in contempt for the emptiness in the depths of my corporeal form wise men ask "could god make a boulder she cannot lift" and to that, i say: she already has. it was her first and last mistake to expand eternity within the heart of a man with no sense or tact so now she rests on my lap, aware that she'll never take it back. the nights are long and heaven yields no death or relief she kisses me once and leaves me to a zephyr whispering proverbs in my ear; "the atheist is condemned in death but the cynic is condemned forever"
Cal Limina is an author, tutor, and assistant editor currently studying at Petra Christian University. Their works have been featured in The Jakarta Post, Kill Your Darlings, and have won a number of local awards. They have worked on various projects in their local theatre production house and possess steady sensibilities as well as various eccentricities.