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You were baptized by a dollop from a cool whip bowl |
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(finger flung) |
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Sulfur water, holy water from the drinking fountain of the high school cafetorium |
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Among the great cloud when Margie whispered "Amen" |
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bulletins slapped back at the heat to move the moist dead air |
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I was still unborn, but I have heard the first hand |
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and Jack says that the body of love |
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and the hearts thereof can be baptized in the beads of their own sweat |
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Salt rings like the outlined shroud on the tomb of your skin |
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We saw it on the VHS |
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The building stood erect |
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The march and the singing tongues processed |
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The crucifix cut from Styrofoam swung flung over your shoulder |
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raining golden glitter from the glue-gun border |
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We thought about the easy yoke |
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My mind, my heart, choked |
