350. 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.