god says
this has always been my favorite zoo. and i'm not gonna lie, it kind of ****** me off. but i don't say anything. i don't cry. it's raining. the air smells like smoke. i think i see fire. we're wearing matching raincoats, and there is a veil of mistrust between us. i'm trying to look for the animals but god won't stop staring at me. *******, i say, and god says, shut up. don't get mad at me. i don't even live here. i'm just a tourist. and, whatever. i get it. things are complicated and i don't know what to do with my anger. i turn my back on god. i hear popguns, i say. that's thunder, god says. god drinks loudly from a plastic cup. where did you get that, i ask, and god points at a food stand. this makes me cry. i notice god's zoo t-shirt, god's key chain, god's new sunglasses. stop buying things, i tell god. you don't know what it does. god looks confused. i didn't buy anything, god says. they just give me stuff. this makes me cry harder. god looks at me like i'm crazy. maybe i am crazy. the zoo is on fire, i tell god, and i sound crazy. no it's not, god says, and points at the food stand again. they're just cooking. i don't believe this. the veil parts like a curtain. i stop crying. it stops raining. i take god's cup and it's full of blood. i touch god's shirt and it's made of skin. i wear god's sunglasses and they make things look... different. why did they give you these, i ask god. god shrugs. god drinks. god looks good in skin. i don't know, god says, but you can't see the animals without them.