The Girl with God on Her Pants

I almost said “in” her pants
but this isn’t that kind of poem
and she isn’t that kind of girl,
even though at sixteen,
she is already engaged—
a tiny chip of diamond
glistening on her ring finger,
like the pimple on her chin,
like the Christmas lights in her hair
that she flips with a switch.
She is the kind of girl
who proclaims the name of God
in all its forms, written
in glue and sequins, scribbled
in puffy paint and indelible
ink, jeans saved from Goodwill
by Jesus, Jesus saving
her from assorted sins.
Her fiancé’s waiting
to damn them all, take off
those Jesus jeans and find
his own salvation.
He believes in his right
to all things holy.