I'll Wear Real Versace One Day

I imagined being the church custodian

after the parade of kneeling bodies

passed through the aisles waving

dropping candies from their squeezed pockets

digging for more in their grandmas’ purses

wrappers on the pews and floor

decorated floats all congregated

out in the parking lot, smoking cigarettes

then, I would walk the opposite direction

away from their dresses, their suits, their ashtray mouths

towards the empty sanctuary with a vacuum

trash bag tied to my belt loop because my

uniform was different, after all

I wore overalls with a folded bandana hanging

from my back pocket to wipe my sweat

bent down to collect the shiny Juicy Fruit wrappers

as if they could be recycled

melted down and molded into silver chains

knockoff Versace Medusa coins around my neck

people wouldn’t just call me a sinner

they would call me a sweet, fancy one