They say God lives
near a planet called
Kolob
that one year
there is one thousand
years here
that it is within
the Milky Way
Galaxy
that it is near
Sagittarius A*
at the Galactic Center
that is to say
God’s throne is
at the gravitational
center of all
life in our galaxy
believe it or not
that the earth
is only six thousand
years old
that scientists
are God-hating
atheists
that humans didn’t
evolve from
monkeys
that God doesn’t
engage in any
monkey business
that the end
of the world
is coming
that we should
rejoice at
the thought
that the earth will
burn, be cleansed
from sin
that there is
no need to
fear
that we need
not worry
about our dying planet
that it is all
a part of
God’s plan
that there is
no smoke,
the car is not on fire
and there is indeed
a driver at
the wheel
that we aren’t
just a troop
of monkeys
locked in a
hot car in a
Costco parking lot
in the middle of July
as the mighty Kolob
turns on its gilded axis
while we idle, baked,
fur sticking to
faux vinyl seats
in our little monkey
2008 Saturn Astra
saddled with several
hundred thousand
miles with no
end in sight
while so many
seconds drip down
our fur
while we fiddle
around with
the nobs
on the radio
tuning our monkey ears
to the correct monkey frequency
so we can barely hear
what we’ve suspected
all along:
that oooh oooh
aaaah aaaah
that oooh oooh
aaah aaah.
Jace Einfeldt is a writer from Southern Utah. He is the fiction editor at the Arkansas International. His recent work appears or is forthcoming in Hobart After Dark, BULL, X-R-A-Y, the Glacier, and Aethlon, among others.
