Cafetorium

You were baptized by a dollop from a cool whip bowl
 (finger flung)
 Sulfur water, holy water from the drinking fountain of the high school cafetorium
 Among the great cloud when Margie whispered "Amen"
 bulletins slapped back at the heat to move the moist dead air
 I was still unborn, but I have heard the first hand
 and Jack says that the body of love
 and the hearts thereof can be baptized in the beads of their own sweat
 Salt rings like the outlined shroud on the tomb of your skin
 We saw it on the VHS
 The building stood erect
 The march and the singing tongues processed
 The crucifix cut from Styrofoam swung flung over your shoulder
 raining golden glitter from the glue-gun border
 We thought about the easy yoke
 My mind, my heart, choked