“I would like to buy three dollars worth of God, please,
Not enough to explode my soul or disturb my sleep
But just enough to equal a cup of warm milk or a snooze in the
I don’t want enough of him to make me love a [a person who is different than I] or
Pick beets with a migrant.
I want ecstasy, not transformation;
I want the warmth of the womb, not a new birth.
I want a pound of the Eternal in a paper sack.
I would like to buy three dollars worth of God, please.”