IMG_3343.JPG

The Grumbling God

THE GRUMBLING GOD

 

I made a list of the things I want 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

 

Now my stomach won't stop grumbling


You were supposed to be kind

 

 

This poem was originally published in the April 2015 issue of The Birds We Piled Loosely.