338. I coulda had religion
I nearly dropped the butter
– there, on my morning toast,
an image of our Lord
clear as day.
then at lunchtime
in the melanzane parmigiana
– there, in the aubergine seeds
holy script from the Qur’an
clear as day.
and at dinner
gazing down at my
alphabetti spaghetti
– there, framed in tomato sauce:
“You gullible twat”
clear as day.