has a smoother tongue than i; has a taller steeple
upon his behemoth of a cathedral;
has a birthday which no mother has missed
because her son is so grand. he reaches deeply into his
pocket and pulls out a dime
so that her teeth can reach for another glass of wine:
an indignation of a tombstone made of pearly glitz.
someone i have never willingly kissed shall meet
my tempers in a churchyard—a waking dawn
which evaporates the holy water from the lawn
and rains upon him to wash his muddy feet.
someone i have never knowingly kissed has left me dead
with a crown of forgotten kisses upon my head.
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