A certain slant of light
visitation, sex, searching for god
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Improbably, perhaps, I first felt the hand of god while stuffing my face with raw spaghetti noodles straight from the Barilla’s box, snapping them against my teeth before chasing them with gulps of warm Diet Coke. At eight years old, I had the largest bedroom of the three of us, the one over the garage with the big bay windows that caught the sunlight j…