don't worry

I wake up
from the anesthesia
in a white room.
i'm lying on an altar
wearing
a suit.
it's white with black
lapels. a ruffled shirt.
I see the shine of my
black patent leather
shoes.
I smell the carnation
pinned to my coat.
masked men and women
wearing blue
are around me.
some holding scalpels,
others
eating fruit.
apples and peaches.
they lift their masks
and take
fat juicy bites.
a priest approaches me,
sprinkles holy
water on my forehead
and says, don't worry.
everything is going fine,
you're just in love,
you'll be
alright.