4/2024 (c)
I had no vocation for religion.
My pastor saw it.
When he baptized us
in the compound’s pool
he asked—three times
if I committed my life to God.
He asked the others once.
Cindy—my roommate—
regretted kissing a past boyfriend.
Chastity mattered more
than Cindy ever would.
While drying off
I’d given Alan a look— I thought said
I was suitable to marry,
despite a broken hymen.
Alan looked frightened,
and moved to the other side of the pool.
