I danced with God in a dark room.
Salat trickled from my chin like saliva,
It dripped on the floor and bled through
the carpet. I danced with my eyes
shut. Intoxicated. Stoned. Pork
brewing in my belly. I danced in that
same room with a boy in college.
Kisses and finger-walking and
clothes thrown hastily on the floor
and the carpet ate them
so we sat naked in the dark
while I looked quietly away.
I danced with God until
I stepped on It's foot and
found the carpet there instead. And the clothes
from the boy. And
my Salat dried up
like an old date that
I tossed from hand
Note: Salat, in Arabic, is the term used for the five obligatory prayers Muslims complete on a daily basis.