an unfinished feeling, he prays
to something beautiful that doesn’t
have a name. he tells god he must
learn to be five again, when time meant
there was enough space to love someone, when
the essence of life was in a spoon. he
says god’s name just to put more of him
in the world, the possibility
of being touched
by something: maybe the place god is
is in my fingers. he makes pasta, he
draws a poem, he pulls her hair out of the
shower drain. when someone asks
he says god is so beautiful it doesn’t matter
whether he exists or not.
Rowan Tate is a Romanian creative and curator of beauty. She reads nonfiction nature books, the backs of shampoo bottles, and sometimes minds.