Lonely God Potato Twists

I would too, if I were lonely
and if I were a god. I'd invent

a snack like this: Lonely God
Potato Twists, red and yellow 

and foil-wrapped among the shrimp 
chips and Boy Bawang in the Asian 

grocery. Also, what's not to love
about a plot twist after years 

of yawn or meh? Remember Chubby 
Checker in the '60s, who hit 

number one on the Billboard Hot 
100 not once but twice? Suddenly 

everyone was dancing in place, 
swiveling their hips, having 

a good time: Come on baby... and go 
like this. But in 1962, a bishop 

in Buffalo, New York saw only lewdness 
in these gyrations and banned them— 

which only made the Twist more popular. 
Joy doesn't need permission. It catches on

like contagion. Any lonely god would want 
to feel loosed from the world's grip 

sometimes. As for the chips, of course 
I buy them. I tear the packet open with 

my hands— each salty crunch loud as 
the sound of a rule breaking somewhere.