I went into a church

I went into a church, sanctuary from
the hot sun and an attraction to the
hometown tourist in me. Ago I lived
around the corner but now it says
All Are Welcome, so this time
I entered. Therein remembered
the last time I roamed
a place of worship
you got behind
the pulpit;
it was
us, only:
you addressed a congregation of one.
I took some pictures;
We kissed; we must have; we always did;
we could not abstain.

This church was nicer
fancier
famous
But the experience was lacking.

Then I passed a physically and
mentally ill
person nearly folded onto the
sidewalk. S/he was
screaming about being Deceived in
Love
through a mouth
rotten with sores.

Then I walked through that art fair from
last year
but it's next year already;
Somebeast stole off with this year
buried it or chopped it into little pieces
for the freezer or hung it on a cross.