Dear Sister Sherri, 

I never told you how funny you looked 
in that uniform.  I never got use it. All black 
and white like hate.  I only liked the field trips. 
Remember the river?  I have to tell you, 
I snuck away too that time, and took a peek 
at your body by the water white like god. 
I sure liked you then.  And eating crawdads. 
Ain't nothing better. You're so nice 
peeling them for me, after I sucked juice 
from the head. You know that's my favorite thing 
in the whole world.  Father Davis knows that too. Telling me 
to find the crawdad behind the robe. And he's behind 
the altar and all. He's not a nice man.  But I do it 
cause I love Jesus.  Now I feel bad
running away these last three days.  
Tell Father Davis I'm sorry. He's hiding 
in the choir closet, surely hungry, 
being tied and gagged and all.  I know 
he won't like me anymore, but 
I'm coming back for you, my love, 
and I like playing hide the crawdad. 
Maybe I like them robes better after all.