finding religion

As she prepares
to handle
her scandal
she agrees
to do me
this solid:
 
If I ever have dementia
she will come
to where I am
and smother me
with those
gigantic titties
“until you go to Jesus”
 
A blessing, I told her
“but please,”
I implored,
“do not forget
to baptize me
with the Guadalupe
between your legs”
 
“I’ll do that first,”
she said
 
I’M GOING TO HEAVEN!
 
 
~this one is for inkerpoet, who infuriates me with just how rude transcendent poetry can be~
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems-by/Inkerpoet/