Poem 483

Thinking about the proverbial actress and the bishop and wondering who they might be beyond a cheap innuendo and a simple power imbalance … what if for instance the bishop was not cheerfully corrupt and instead wracked with moral guilt … what if the joke/wordplay was not about sex at all …

As The Actress

said
when the Bishop crept
into the closed confessional
pressed his face against the grille
put a gun to his temple
                                              and jerked 
his finger back

I wonder what's going through his head
right now