Occupation

Her big girl panties heaved
out the window,
twirling her dress: spinning heads
          as she passes
          flashing smiles.
The chess board
collecting dust
in the corner of her room.

Moon Lighting

The umbrella rests by the back door--
the distant storm races
   mocking the forgetful woman
rushing to her lovers embrace.

Skating Through the Holy Roller Rink

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