pantheism
we desecrate the
sacred ground:
scattering grit & dirt
in the road with our
ritual movements,
exhaling dust & pollution
like miracles on our breath.
i could worship girls like you,
& the hard plastic chair
you're sitting on, and the stain
of pink lipstick on your styrofoam
espresso cup.
while you slept
last night,
i kissed your lips.
they were godly.