After every job he did he said
god. He wasn’t talking to god,
he was talking to himself
but if he didn’t say god
after a job he did he didn’t
do the job right he said
to himself and not to god
or Bildad the Shuhite. It wasn’t
his job to say god—that
was someone else’s job,
and it wasn’t superstitious
as if not to say it violated some
principle of magic. It was more
of a burp. It came from being
full of amazement, and heartbreak,
and sick with desire for the world,
and something not of the world.
It came from being on the job and on
his toes. He was on his feet all day for
god’s sake. But he wasn’t on the lookout
for god. For that was someone else’s job.
He just happened to have a nose
for god. An ear for god. You could say he had
a good eye for god but it wasn’t his job and he wasn’t
even talking to god. He was mad at god.
“Job” originally appeared in Rock & Sling, Vol. 4, issue 1.
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