I made love to a god
who did not care
about my size nor
my gut
down there;

I still see her face
vespers, chants, and
meditations
in-between an altar
and some beads;

I laugh now
each time I meet new gods
who ask me if I pray
and when I pray

cos I stopped waiting to be asked
why I look at myself
in the mirror.

– David Francis Effiong