Just Past Aisle 2
I assured myself that she was virgin
For I wanted Allah now on Earth
Hitched her definition
The thin black bras
Straps and hooks
And described by her charcoal contour drawing jeans
Tight dripping morphine meticulous methodic symmetric
Into my automatic nervous system
And as if love
Signifying two gods
Beyond a bank of clouds in Sweden.
I considered her right then left then up then down
Bowing to her
My altar of God
With incense, high priests, vestments and bells
Christian, heathen, Jewish, golden, cow;
I considered her left then right then up then down
Consuming this core pure unconscious pop quiz
In her contemporary American strumpet clothing.
She was a checker girl at the grocery store.
I, creased, furrowed by the holy great spirits, waited for her
But another checker girl demanded me, my money,
On Register No. 2,
Not on her Register No. 14 bingo.
Thus I,
Great lover,
Middle linebacker for the New York Giants,
Sighed and clipped and clopped
To the basement garage
Secure now finally,
And not yet arrested,
With my fluorescent debit card, 1 bag of cranberries
And 2 pounds of Alaskan salmon.