rain and other things that dont exist

me and god used to hang out all the time
leaning on our fucked up elbows
opposite the train station
and it rained on us but nowhere else
i choke on being alive, i love breathing but i hate lungs
bury me and kiss me goodnight. me and god
fell out because of bodies. me and god
fell out because of breathing.
the blueprints of my body tell me
that my body is mathematically big enough
to contain all of heaven
exactly three point two times over.
my body isnt real
and i exist in it.
im touching something right now
but touch isnt real and the thing isnt real
and god
god is another thing entirely. me and god
fell out because my fingertips shake, me and god
fell out because it didnt rain in california, me and god
fell out because of poems but thats another story
im breathing in my body but breathing isnt real
and poems arent real.
i had to build a poem without foundations and
when it rained it got washed away but what was left
was something like a body
objective criticism of creation includes things like
what the fuck
im making friendship bracelets out of bodies
and genders
this sermon in the rain isnt real but i wish
i had something to fix