God the gorilla or wolf
Who cannot be named
Who sits preening me, cracking
lice, upping the shine
Who knocks me over
with His teeth
and expressionless lips
Who noses the soft parts underneath
Who rages at my bellygod
at my other beloveds
Who sets out his own feast
Who row by row across
the unearthly white
of the scalp scrapes up
what He can eat
Who numbers my hands, my eyes
Who has motherhen guile
Who cannot be distant only
Who will not play by my rules