|Red Moon Last Night
by Jaime Warburton
I. The Pope
We’ve always gone in for Jesus,
my family: but I am a disappointment
to the God gene. It’s half-
active. I am only a miserable
human. I want too much
to believe to allow it. I fight
all the time with math & planets & understanding
my cat’s tiny lungs.
My mother calls. I drink
coffee. I fuck
five atheists in a row.
II. The Fall
Thinking you have an audience is hard.
Thinking you don’t have an audience is hard,
too, even during intermissions.
Look, here I am: Lady MacBeth, sure
to die offstage & be pissed.
III. The Sun
I made a calendar. I filed my nails.
Read three books. Baked a cake.
I’m hoping for something else.
That don’t boil the water,
says the smug frog.