Dairy Queen of Heaven
Christ tried to come back
Last winter
Through the legs
Of a Native American girl
In Fort Kearney, Nebraska.
But the Mary of our age,
Despite taking every shift
She can at Dairy Queen,
Didn’t believe
She could support him.
Joe works at Jiffy Lube.
Sometimes, after work,
He drives through
The drive-through
To order a Blizzard
In summer, but really
For an excuse to see her.
The way she smiles
As she passes it
Through the window
And the way he smiles
Back as he takes
All that cold sweetness
In his dirty hands
Makes everyone say –
‘Those two may make it yet.’