I know you bought that water
But I need it more
I need it because any water that has touched your lips must be holy
Or it would seem to be, by the way that I call your name in vain in my sleep.
Settle down preacher
I would never hurt you.
I just want the water on your hands
Your hands, your hand---
Handing me off to a better dream.
Spare just that dollar-something that it cost you
and splash your hands,
Your hand---
And anoint my ears, nose, eyes
my parched desert lips
wash my face
and I will never cry your name again.
