I remember John
in fifth grade, nineteen seventy-three,
telling me
“They say it’s okay to kill babies.”
Back then every classroom
had its crucifix even though Jesus
dogged on the rich, and hypocrites. He
was so twenty twenty-two
and never said shit about the unborn.
In college she said
she was on the pill even though
she wasn’t. We did and didn’t. Nothing
but luck. Once upon a time I was
anti-whatever (abortion), but I got over that
(among other things) and walked the line
on clinic defense. “Can you believe it?”
we said. That was the eighties. Jesus
fucking Christ. Take it
back. I take that back. Jesus
was all right: prostitutes
and the woman at the well and all that.
Remember going with her
for the abortion? I remember. The father
was her father. Our father
who art in heaven. Hollow be.
Don’t lose sight of where we’re headed. Sights:
remember crosshairs taking down a doctor.
One justice asked about pubic hair
on a can of Coke.
Another justice was on top of her
“while the two laughed.” That fucker likes beer.
We are so screwed, and
the screwdriver is just getting started.
