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Creation Story
for Axel

after a good, long
almost eternal snooze
God finally woke
feeling delightfully refreshed


shall I draw back the curtains?
asked Archangel Gabriel


yes, please, Gabs
replied God


so Gabriel drew back the curtains
but the view that greeted them
was null and
the view was void


what would you like to see?
asked the angel


and God closed their eyes for a while
picturing the most magnificent sight they could conjure


a rainbow
replied God


and there was light
and water
and a rainbow shone through the darkness
arching and aching with beauty


and God saw that it was good

are you ready for some breakfast now?
asked the angel


God mused inwardly for a while
licking their sacred lips
and rolling their holy tongue


I think I’d like a mango, please, Gabs
said God


and there was earth
and air
and bees
and worms
and seeds
and an exquisite garden
blooming with innocence and abundance


and in the middle of the garden
there stood a mango tree
beaming with sun-infused fruit


oh my word, Gabs
said God
this tastes even better
than I imagined


and would you like to explore
what you have just created?
asked the angel


and God wracked their brain
and suddenly
out of nothing and nowhere
there appeared a bicycle


good God! God declared
how on earth will that thing
stay upright with my weight
upon it?


Gabriel smiled
and helped God get their leg over the cross bar
and briefly explained the function
of the pedals
and the handlebars
and the bell


and so
ripe, half-eaten mango in hand
God set off
at first wobbling this way and that
but soon enough
they got the hang of it
and found their heavenly flow


and before long God was
shrieking and howling and singing out loud
with mango-dribbling-rainbow-riding-bell-ringing-free-wheeling
sacramental delight


oh my, Gabs
shouted God
this is sooooooo good


so damn good
it’d be a shame not to share it


and the angel
simply smiled again
and knelt down
upon the hallowed ground


and from its depths scooped up a wet lump
of sticky and expectant
clay




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