I Met God Yesterday, She Was Wearing Leg Warmers

Katie Proctor

i.

i met god yesterday, she was wearing leg warmers and i saw stars in her eyes. she bought me
a drink, peach tea and cloudberry cake, and asked me if i believed in anything holy.

ii.

so i say god is buttered toast and sea creatures and she looks at me from the mirror and she
contemplates that god is a dying cactus planted in soil made of sugar.

iii.

and of course i fucking do, because holy lives in the crack between the pavement and the blue
door to utopia. i tell her how i stood there laughing in the rain like in a movie.

iv.

she parts her hair with a blade of lightning, slides a receipt and a note across the table. i shed
my second skin like a larva. make it happen, it reads. because god says so.

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Katie Proctor (they/them) is an 18 year old poet from Yorkshire, England. They write freeform poetry and prose typically regarding their experience with love, relationships and mental health. They are the author of Seasons (2020), HELICOPTER HONEY (2022) and A Desire for Disaster (tbr 2022). They are the editor-in-chief of celestite poetry, a journal of creative writing. They are currently on a gap year, and will be studying English and Related Literature at the University of York in 2022. You can find them on Twitter and Instagram @katiiewrites and online at katiiewrites.carrd.co.

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