I think it’s not God if you can draw a circle around it 
Or alternatively 
It is God if you cannot draw a circle around it 

You shuffle across the wilted wooden stage 
Performing the same tired routine but I’m entranced 
I dig my nails into the wall that separates the DJ booth from the crowd 

I thought you were God because of how quickly you moved 
The way you materialized behind me 
Now your arm parts the curtain, pulls me into the dressing room 

You throw iridescent glitter into my eyes and I cry 
Make you make it up to me 
Will you zip me up? 

You know how I love to zip you up 
Can you get my bodysuit from my bag?
I love doing this. I pick your lime green and black zebra print hand-stoned catsuit, handle it with care

Can you get me a shot?
You say from at least four feet above, your mouth close to my ear, hunching to close the gap between us
Of course yes, of course I can 

The requests escalate, you raise the stakes 
Can you find Brett for me?
I find Brett, get your little plastic baggie and slip it into the crotch of your costume 

The lights are coming on, the bar is cold and drafty
I feel you behind me 
I didn’t even notice, we’re alone now
Can you walk me home?