bystanding with my family
a six foot penis
marches by

on the quad
students roll snowballs
Frosty the Snow-Penis

I like it…
soft and rhythmic
        saxophone

smoke and wine
aroma      a blue note
from across the bar

top quarter champion =

top half champion =

bottom quarter champion =

to drunken hiccups
the baby sister whispers
how was Marty Graw?

frozen
on a single picture—
are those my boobs?!

only the beads
around my neck
recall last night

keeping my integrity
I buy the beads
for a quarter

top half champion =

champion =

bottom half champion =

day after Mardi Gras
we sit at Imo’s laughing
geyser of my Mt. Dew

Lent—
a time to give up
Facebook

a week before Lent
I give up—
responsibility

the box of chocolates
closed and gathering dust—
her Lenten sacrifice

top quarter champion =

bottom half champion =

bottom quarter champion =

breathless words
written in my eyes
softly confessing

Maundy Thursday
a shiver down my spine
as the cock crows

a morning sunbeam
quietly serenades
the sanctuary

Ash Wednesday—
the one day
everyone’s Catholic