C h r i s t i n e P e s t o l i s - M c D u f f
Church for Heathens
There were days,
Sundays, mostly,
when the only item
on the to-do list
was to climax
at the same time.
Sometimes, after,
I would light up
beneath your wrinkled nose
and the scowl already carving
your future face,
and slow drag the smoke
of good intentions.
