Remembrances

The first time

I drank poppy tea,

slipped into

a warm bubble bath—

a blanket of clarity

comes over you

like God

is pouring wisdom

into your skull

and it always feels

like I’m wearing

a ball gown

made of live

bluebirds. I tap dance

through

the Stars of Bethlehem

holding hands

with Jesus, He leads lambs

through darkness,

calms my crazy.