Superstar

Superstar

The Jesus in my head, lazy-
eyed soprano, stars
in the eponymous musical

alongside the black Judas, shifty-
eyed, gruff rockstar.

The Jesus in my head, sleeping
with washed feet, doesn’t bleed
when his crown descends. Night falls
on my crucified singer like a tree
that couldn’t bear the weight

of Judas. In my head, awake
with impure thoughts of the deceiver,
the noose hugged his throat when cocks
crowed. My suicidal Judas like a bush
on fire with a message only for me.