Blasphemy on the Back Roads

by Farley Walker

 

When I pass Morning Star Church today
you are not in the car beside me,
your hand inching along my thigh,
then up my Banana Republic skirt, while I suck
the boiled peanuts too hot for my tongue.

No, this morning is different with my
Jim Beam headache. I conquer
Highway 49 traveled before on impulse,
remember the late night and the longing.

As we drove away that night,
I threw back my head and wished
on that white wooden star over the doors
for the church to be Baptist,
so that my sin would be sweeter.

You, being from Mormon country,
couldn't understand this misplaced Catholic girl.

 

© 2005 Farley Walker

Farley Walker (Deviation on the Personal Wake-Up Call, Blasphemy on Back Roads) is temporarily back in her hometown of Clinton, Mississippi. She is pursuing her love of grapes and a job in the wine business. Of course, this pursuit must involve much tasting. Previous and forthcoming publications include Main Street Rag, Juked, 4 AM Poetry Review, Ink Pot, and others.