Divine Apparitions

I thought I saw Jesus in a jizz stain,
his hippie beard and soft brown eyes, then again
in the Cheez Whiz and, last, in the long tear
in the screen where Dad kicked it in. Young,
I yearned to be Catholic, and Jesus seemed nice,
a kid-brother-like gull who of course would fall
for the line that dying in agony saves the world.

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