“Do you think Jesus believes in giving women oral?” Nancy stares at the cancer spreading slowly across the moon.
“I think that’s still considered sodomy, even if Jesus did it.”
“That’s probably why we don’t really believe in Jesus. I mean he could work miracles but couldn’t let Mary Magdalene ride his face once in awhile?”
“He’d rather eat ham than pussy.”
Nancy and I watch the cancer spread further.
“When we have a child, I hope it’s a boy and I hope he’s old enough so I can show him a lunar eclipse and explain that’s God’s way of showing men how their mouth should act when a woman willingly opens their galaxy to him, prayerful and slowly widening.”
“What if he wants to eat ham instead?”
“His cheeks will burn like Sodom and Gomorrah by my hand or by the fact his mother is talking about giving women oral.”
“So while you give life, you can take its dignity away?” Nancy nods. Our lawn chairs creak as we settle in, her thumb rubbing ozone in my palm.