Another Life

after Mandy Moe Pwint Tu

In another life, I find God

in darkness, tending

his flock of yeast—his

sourdough genesis!

He curates inedible births,

frothing jars of asexual

reproduction—no Adam

and Eve this time!

In another life, God

wears animal pajamas

to bed—generations

of creatures, un-sunk.

In another life, God sleeps

in—takes the weekend off!

No dominion for man.

In another life, I remain

un-made.