Someone asks

if I like the number three

because of the holy trinity.

I shake my head no,

three times.


I forget to mention

I was kicked out

of children’s bible study

for asking if the other kids knew

it wasn’t a literal resurrection.

It kept me up at night.


I don’t pray to zombie Jesus.

He walked on water,

that surely wasn’t clean.

He only lived twice,

and three is the best number.