Praise for

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Is this a leap?
What did you expect? For me to let the bug
just be a bug. To leave it alone
when it already planned on dying.
To reach out and not imagine myself the God
I wish would lift me from the water.
— from "The Bug," What We Do With God
 
 
 
 
God wept with me and our eyes bled together.
Don’t worry, Lord—everyone praises your blood.
Mine is just makeup.
— from "In 1995 the Italian Virgin Mary Statue Cried Blood; I’m Puerto Rican in Brooklyn and Can’t Get Mercy," What We Do With God