god made the woman as a trick
to get me to start thinking
about mortality and morality
while seemingly focusing on sex

he molded her carefully
to ensure that i maintain instability
even on most stable surfaces
through unapologetically swinging misconceptions

lastly, he added vodka to friday nights
so that the morning would bring such blinding pain
that i would not be able to deconstruct,
even in retrospect, the cruelty of his cunning