So done says God
no more miracles
too tired to turn water into wine
to multiply a few measly fish
to feed five thousand
did you think it all was easy
that I simply sat on my gilded throne
watching Breaking Bad, or blissfully
surveyed the breathtaking world
I created in only six days
although I admit I was a bit hasty
made a few mistakes, forgot to lower
testosterone levels and increase Oxytocin
forgot two hearts are better than one
in case one breaks and, I admit, too infatuated
with fluttering seraphim to focus

          But for heaven’s sake
take a look behind the scenes
of heaven’s gleaming streets
condos with patios and perfect plumbing
look at all the nights spent getting wine to taste
like a bright Beaujolais or at least better
than Two Buck Chuck
the stink of hundreds of fish
flopping on heaven’s floor
impossible to breathe
most of the fish inedible, too bony
too salty, too tough, so start again
and you still expect more?
well forget it
I’m done, write me off the show
you’re on your own

Claire Scott is an award-winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has appeared in the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and Until I Couldn’t. She is the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.