Overcome by fantasies of mirth,
Recollections of my lover’s rubber face
I giggled in the pew right through the Mass
The priest alarmed by shudders and much worse,
Wondered if the Spirit could efface
Occupation by these fantasies of mirth
He prayed to God to end my sudden curse
My partner,dead, unknowing of disgrace.
I giggled in the pew right through the Mass
I wonder whether tears or laughter’re worse?
My shakes and giggles, sorrow soon displaced
Occupied by fantasies of mirth
I took Communion smiling with Jesus
I longed to see his wholly truthful face
I shivered in the pew, right through the Mass
And so I crossed the boundaries of good taste
Now I’m common, like my human face
Overcome by reveries diverse,
I hummed and waved green palms right through the Mass
