We watch a new life begin

huddled together in the crowded pew,

There is never a good time

to talk about it. It is too hard

to form the words, let them slip

from between your lips and kiss

the cheek of the person you’ve promised

to be faithful to. Judas

must have known this feeling. At the last supper,

he must have stuffed himself with bread

to keep from spilling wine

and his secret: I don’t believe in this anymore.

Adrienne Dyane Lewis is Co-Editor of the Paradidomi Review, a

new forum for Mid-Michigan creative writers. Her work has appeared

in Fusion, Controlled Burn, and the White Pine Review. A

professional grant writer, she lives in Saginaw with her husband

and son. Her first chapbook is forthcoming from Mayapple Press.