beneath the transom

she's pretty.

naked,
she covers herself
in a blue blanket
as she
walks me to
her front door.

like a good catholic girl,
she gives me
a laminated picture of christ
shooting light
at the ground
through his heart.

she even puts her hand
on my forhead
and whispers a quick prayer
that i can't even hear.
she keeps her eyes closed.

i don't know what it means,
but it's supposed to keep me
safe.

she likes it
when i fuck her.

she encourages this
and even understands
when i have to leave.