where the Crucifix lands
His jaw sputters a finger
-length of froth
arrowed at Her face
She can't stop a mouth like that
all Its teeth as white as corn
They both birthed rumors in gospels
twin polluted rivers
She says She blocked Him twice
Her sycamore braids
His twiggy arms
in His version, She is an apparition
doused in hippie-colored light
Her laughter punctuating
a drunken set of sheets
a dream He cannot fully remember
in Her version,
the colors are muted
& Her mouth is closed
& He still wipes His own chin
turns Himself over to a cathedral of ears
walled with a panel of mouthless mirrors
where all men go to Heaven.
