she sys she's looking for jesus

a bobble head doll of divinity.

but she seems to find a lot of theology

in his bed.

bitten-tongue moans are her psalms

and trembling-finger caresses;


genuflections. her altar is dressed

with crumpled and stained sheets,


his hand-prints on her hips are

penance (she's been a bad, bad girl).

there is something to be said for her


it certainly supports heaven

on earth, and after all,

that's all we want, anyways.