playing god

another oldie from the first site. a conversation between me and a friend regarding my obsession with playing the sims, which was short-lived as i have the attention span of a 2 year old.

me: i’m going home to play the sims and make my own people.

friend: have fun playing god!

me: i made a goth girl with the hair i want. and a flat stomach. but i still don’t understand the game.

friend: playing god…that’s the game.

me: well you know how you said god hates you? i’m thinking maybe he doesn’t hate you at all—he’s just confused about which buttons he should be pushing on the controller.

Some poetry to start us off.

An oldie but one probably the most well-loved out of all of my tortureously, soul-searching, heartfelt work:

The Underside of Love

There are some that question my passion
They say that it is unwise
that I should give myself so freely
to such an unworthy piece of flesh.

Why not the sinciput, they reason,
so bold, so prominent –
so high in some.
But they will never understand
with you my devotion sits.
It is you who is always there
to cushion my falls.

Oh how you move me
or with me.
You are always there
behind me,
no matter what I do.
I know that I will never be
alone,
alone without my pulchritudinous bottom.