God is in the

God is in the

Dilated pupils

God is in the Molly

God is in the space

Between my lover's breasts

Otherwise, they would smother me

God is in the

Soap bubbles and foam in the bathroom

In the phone call a girl makes to her girlfriend

In the wrinkling of my nose

when I smell other People's

Shisha

And cigarettes

Thud thud thud

Goes the music

The god music

Sad music and happy music, both belong to god

And the moon

And of course god is in the

Clouds parting

On this rainy night to put on a

Full moon show

God is in the warm hands of my partner

Dilated pupils

Nose wrinkling again

God is in the craving I have for weed

And women

And a field with dozens of

Thornless roses

In the 4% beer

God is KSh 250,000

And 15 million

And acrylic paint smeared down a glass window

With an inhabitant who brews tea and beer

But does not drink the beer

God is in the full ears

Open heart

In the way I feel about my mom

I know her

But I don't

God is in the black tax

And the pride for my father

Full heart

Banging bodies against glass and stone

In the don't let me puke tonight

Dopamine makes me feel like damn

Like shit

Like maybe I should take a shit

Like the reflections in the bathroom mirror

Like Michael Jackson changing his colour and hair

My chest is full

Of god

And it's time to do a god dance

With my god waist on the god dance floor

Of course god was there with me the whole time

I was there the whole time

But now that my heart is open

What does God want?

What do I want?