clobbered and dazed me dumb, their confidence
as titillating as a sip of wine.
Not that I’d had much. My experience
was limited to port, kneeling in line
at the communion railing in our church.
All girls, they awed me, exulting in disbelief,
as fiery as my camp counselor’s torch
that lit a nighttime hike along a bluff.
My camp had daily chapel. And I used
to sing in choirs, adoring hymns and prayers.
But I was fascinated and seduced
by the cool talk of Janice and of Clare,
who stirred me up, my agitated soul,
making their godlessness divine in school.