1.
I can never remember
if I have really been baptized.
There are silvered dreams
of a man holding me under,
holding me under,
forgetting his words.
2.
My mother searched
for the right church
instead of religion.
It was a race with crosses
as batons, and I
dropped mine entirely.
3.
Like every four-year-old
Catholic-Baptist-Methodist,
I drank my grapejuice
before the blessing.
4.
One pastor was
a bigot, one priest
uninspired. One church
had an ugly paint job.
5.
Father was a pagan
who found God his own
unspiritual way. I took all
my best qualities from him,
all my worst, too.
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