i went to a temple
and i fell sick right on the hatchway

god doesn't exist
i say out loud in the temple
with monks listening

my hands grew cold
my chest was on fire
nose as stuffed as a freshly rolled cigar
eyes watery

if god exists why doesn't he help me
he must not exist
i ponder

the next day
i wake up warm and nice
with a blanket
given to me by a stranger
a monk
a believer
a human
a god?