the pipe organ pulses
through the pews
on a rainy sunday,
hands raised in praise--
the preacher preaches
in his slicked back hair
sure as the devil
he's got somethin' special--
baptized as a baptist
dunking sins away
just like a slam dunk win
at the end--
no oscar for this actress
portraying not adam nor eve
somethin' kinda in between
at the ripe old age of nineteen--
she knew not a single thing
except to live in sin
in a closet full of clothes
waiting to transpose--
the white double doors
outside the wood framed church
with stained glass windows
forever in the shadows
of a new dream
for a new world
where the girl living in transition
finally, embraces religion
