Bacon saw God today
she stuck her tongue in the water
a beam of sunlight accentuating
her shape, her scepter of lilies
.
Muffin has cancer, tumors
sprouting white flags from her scales
through the glass, she meets Bacon’s gaze
ask God to make it swift, she mouths
.
Omelette meditates bent in half
paper tissue fins heavy as chainmail
God doesn’t visit him much anymore
he’s currently between religions
.
Reginald stopped eating
tucked himself in the corner
behind the filter and wondered
would clove be a painful end?
.
and when he finally did it,
finally held his breath and left
their eyes trained up, up towards God
but she wasn’t there, on her windowsill
she was gone, and in her wake
her scepter, a new blossom sprouted
Just Thoughts 