FANZINE

G-d gave the Torah on the smallest mountain
This was to keep us humble
To keep our arms crossed and in robes
We kept our heads down
Mouths drawn on
in red lipstick
The drones were out
humming the hymns
and we were on their radars
for sure, we were in the crosshairs
of that beautiful moment
And G-d was pissed
as always
We didn’t look right
We were flawed
Deeply
Not in a moving way, either
In an annoying way
We were cowards
just wandering around
basically doing nothing
He wanted us to take the power
but we just sat there
with our red mouths gaping open
He was like, this is not agape
This is the old way
The way I do it
We were like, no
no way
Where’s the agave?
And he was like,
No, no,
oh my G-d,
no

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_{Natalie Lyalin is the author of Blood Makes Me Faint, but I Go for It (Ugly Duckling Presse 2014), Pink & Hot Pink Habitat (Coconut Books 2009), and a chapbook, Try A Little Time Travel (Ugly Duckling Presse 2010). She is the cofounder and coeditor of Natural History Press. She lives in Philadelphia and teaches at Philadelphia University.}