Sunday, May 4, 2008

Sunday School

Find the escape--
Through the narrow door
toward the back.
Crawl underneath the
Clothed pews,

Your dress crumpling
And wrinkling
against your rug-burned stomach.

Keep the end goal in sight.
If your Sunday best outfit
Begins to slip,
Leave it.

Buy a new one.
You need to focus on
Getting out.
You might even make a new friend.

Being naked and all.

2 comments:

Lisa B. said...

love love love this!

Unknown said...

Two poems in a row about being naked. What's on your mind darling? Just kidding. They were great!