Boxing, Beer, and Sunday School in Women’s Bathrooms


Overturned folding chairs
and littered plastic cups
that say Miller
on the side.
Smashed cigarette butts
and stale smelling air.

Blue boxing ring
in the center
of the room
covered in crusted blood.
Spit buckets in corners
sweat rags draped                                                                                                                                     from their sides.

The saints gather
into the holy place
to sing their worship songs.
Praying to the father
who art in heaven.
Want to come along?

Children scatter
to their Sunday rooms,
the women’s bathroom,
to men’s locker rooms,
left damp and gray.

Angels dance
along the streets of gold
when a new soul
is won.

Service ends
and children scatter,
some to find out
what beer tastes like
and others to race
down echoing halls.

Saints and sinners coexist                                                                                                                             in buildings
on a Sunday morning
in May.


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