sundays

"c'mon, boy, it's time to go to church"
          he puts down
          his book and picks up
          The Book
kid-sized
steps to a higher plane
one stair at a
time and again
          he finds himself
          sitting on still-tender butt
          first pew
offers the best view
of the pale flesh
with its plaster cloth
covering loins that
were never sculpted
          it's still the closest thing
          to what he wants
makes sundays easier than others