EACH MORNING I PRAY TO THE MICROWAVE.....................................................................CLAIRE SCOTT

Each Morning I Pray to the Microwave

Poem by Claire Scott

I see God through greasy glass or is that last week’s potato I forgot—I am sick of potatoes with their many staring eyes— I prefer God to a potato most of the time unless I haven’t eaten for days & no feast hath been prepared at the table before me which is most of the time since Sara left in a bitter cloud of flying shoes, DVDs & fuck you’s complaining my refrigerator looks like a failed science experiment stacks of newspapers cover the couch, the chairs, the kitchen counters complaining the cat rarely uses its litter box preferring the bathmat or the carpet or the sweaters in her closet complaining I crunch potato chips in bed leaving crumbs on her side why is either side hers when I paid for the humongous thing, lugged it up five sweaty flights because she found my futon too cramped, too creaky but I am losing track here the point is God is preferable to a potato most of the time—each morning I say a prayer to the blurry God behind the glass door hoping his many eyes are growing nearsighted and he can’t see the mold, the newspapers, the cat

Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has received multiple Pushcart Prize nominations. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, New Ohio Review, Enizagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and Until I Couldn’t.