Claire Scott’s most recent poem to appear here was “Losses” (August 2017). 

God on Prozac
By Claire Scott

God is afraid
of dying
knows
paradise
is simply
a fantasy
nowhere to
project his
need for
a heavenly
hereafter
with vestal
virgins &
tumblers of
ambrosia
he sleeps sleep-
less at night
eyes filled
with cataracts
& wilted
compassion
he shivers in
wind-whitened
robes hardly
hears his
celestial choir’s
wobbly
hallelujahs
at almost three
thousand years
he knows what
to expect
next.

He swallows
more Prozac.