God Creates Alcoholism

by: Nathan Kemp

Spilled brandy was seeping through
the cloud-colored carpeting and I didn’t

have a paper towel. The alcohol fell
through to the human world and infected

their blood like animal waste in the Nile.
On that day, the skin of my creations sang

horrible lyrics toward me after the sun
set for the night. On that day, the teeth inside

their mouths were left grasping for any kind
of air, like a man who couldn’t swim. For several

thousand years, the humans had been
hiding their weakness behind a hollowed-out

Bible on the fifth shelf. I had been hiding
yet-another-mistake while also carrying a spare

handkerchief to prevent anything worse—
to prevent a smoother vice from entering my garden.