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Standing next to my old friend I sense that his soldiers have retreated.
And mine? They’re resting their guns on their shoulders talking quietly.
I’m hungry, one says.
Cheeseburger, says another and they all decide to go and find some dinner.

But the next day, negotiating the too narrow aisles of
The Health and Harmony Food Store - when I say, Excuse me,
to the woman and her cart of organic chicken and green grapes
she pulls the cart not quite far back enough for me to pass,
and a small mob in me begins picking up fruit to throw.

So many kingdoms,
and in each kingdom, so many people: the disinherited son, the corrupt
counselor,
the courtesan, the fool.
And so many gods - arguing among themselves,
over toast, through the lunch salad
and on into the long hours of the mild spring afternoon - I’m the god,
No, I’m the god. No, I’m the god.