Scott Taylor
christmas eve
i remember them discussing the christ child
whilst the longest pairs of nylon legs
ever seen by anyone anywhere
gazed obscenely up at me
from one pew away,
poised in their hypocrisy
and ready to
make me pray.
i went to the service
because my grandmother made us go,
we all piled into the car
in the cold and the snow
and the dark
and drove to the church
where some strange little man
babbled on
in his grave little voice.
i was always drunk
and all the rich white people
would bring their gorgeous daughters
and they would gaze at me
sideways and suspiciously
in my leather jacket.
they were one night removed from a
night on the town
and a romp in bed
with some frat boy
but tonight they were going to be
Serene and Righteous
and Holy,
they were doing the Right Thing
and Mom and Dad
and Christ were approving.
the chants continued
and we knelt and stood and knelt
and my dick got hard
and then we were back in the car
in the cold and the snow
and the dark
and grandma was satisfied
and we were another year
along the way.
