The Church Picnic

Coppertone tans
wrapped in
flowered dresses
dispense
tuna casserole,
slinging
catty remarks,
behind
sanctimonious
smiles

while
sweat-stained
shirts
dream
of cold beer
and the
last few
innings
Of the
baseball
game

and
stoned
choir boys
dropping
Visine
pass a
spliff
praying
their bag
Of weed
won’t be
found