Church on Sunday



Walked up the creekbed when the preacher said the door in your heart must be open
to Christ          but it was my heart doing the knocking          it didn't know it was a door.

And I didn't get dunked.          A woman went under.  
They dressed her in white and she came up slick          the brown stain

of her nipples spreading like a spilled coca-cola.            The water didn't care
pushed its lip out like it was a game    how far this time    

how about now          mumbling all over her body.

I wanted something special for dessert.          Hummingbird     
cake.          Ambrosia.          How to make a demand.

Mama Pearl said go on ahead                    and draft it in the dirt    
don't you waste your breath calling     for something     

what don't know          your name.