Hey there, time traveller!
This article was published 4/4/2016 (1315 days ago), so information in it may no longer be current.
god isn’t waiting for you to leave town
they couldn’t hold their breath that long
god is not asking for a handout
god is not routine indignity
god is still waiting for you
to decolonize your mind
god doesn’t even read the bible
god reads maclean’s
god is a heated bus shelter in a polar vortex
god is the yellow
"touch here to exit" strips
that jolt and cringe away from your thumbs
or are otherwise entirely desensitized to your presence
god is a mindful and benevolent driver
god is collective bargaining rights
god is a revolutionary conspiracy
god is a crowdfunded wedding
god is a Bolshevik
god is moving to Vancouver, but they’ll be back
god prefers a "dry cold"
god is the fine balance of bliss, grit, and repulsion that
inevitably makes it so
that you are able to drive
in every climate imaginable
Steve Locke is a Winnipeg writer, poet and arts educator. His work has appeared in CV2, Prairie Fire, and Poetry is Dead magazines, as well as with him on stage at various spoken word festival and community stages across the country.
The Winnipeg Free Press will be running poems by Manitoba poets every weekday in April to celebrate National Poetry Month. The NPM in the WFP Project was edited by Ariel Gordon.