THE GRUMBLING GOD
I made a list of the things I wanted to be:
ebullient, skinny, kind
I lit tea-lights, taped
the list to my refrigerator, tried
to remember how to pray
It mocked me as I filled my mouth
with muffins & that memory
of squeezing
your eyes into nomads
so I crumpled the guilt into a ball
& swallowed that too
then forced it all up
where I could see it
Now my stomach won't stop grumbling
You were supposed to be kind