When I first slept with you
I mistook you for god.
But then I thought “wait a minute –
you can’t be god. You exist.”
That made me feel monumentally stupid
but I consoled myself by thinking
plenty of folks have mistaken
far worse things for god.
In fact, it occurred to me that not only
was I not that stupid, but in fact
I probably wasn’t even the stupidest
guy you’d ever slept with
because, face it
if that last guy was so goldarned clever
how come I’m the one here tonight
mistaking you for god?