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.