In The CloudsHe said God was in the Clouds. I'm fascinated with clouds now that he is dead, and God is gone. All my pictures are of clouds. My house is full of anything that resembles the white fluffy water vapor. All my friends are clouds. My life is filled with clouds. I wanted to be a cloud once. I tried to be. I painted my face white and peroxided my hair until my scalp burned and my eyes stung. I threw out anything that wasn't virgin white. I moved to Alaska so that I could be surrounded by the fair color of God. But I'm not a cloud. So I'm stuck here in Alaska surrounded by my clouds and the invisible God. He said God was in the Clouds.
I've stared up at the sky for so many years now that whenever I look down I don't recognize the asphalt and the grass. My head is full of the sky and the clouds that hold nothing but moisture. I can't be friends with someone who wears black. Clouds aren't black. They can be gray, they can be brown. But clouds are not black. God