Happy birthday, Jesus.
I’m sorry about the genocides
and the racism I didn’t notice
and the sexism I got hung up on
and how I didn’t notice crosses
are a little phallic until just now…
I forgot my party hat and didn’t
forget that I hate the [censored] Party
and I didn’t pray as much as I should have
and didn’t give you cake and didn’t take
Communion, but if you don’t mind,
I finally sat down in the wrapping paper
carnage (a full day late) to say:
Happy Birthday Anyway.
By Heidi Turner