Throwing Up in the DC Temple

Maybe it was envy that churned inside meas I looked around the room. Wonderingwhat healthy Mormons felt instead of fear. My body forced everyone to consider what meant be sick in such a holy place. Scarlet sins on white carpet shoes.I remember shock workersas prayed for Jesus return right thenand translate me into parable nameless miracle who walked away touching his stomach sheepish gratitude.That morning green tie had coiled aroundmy Adam's apple miles dark highwaychauffeured endowment. swear saw Satan hurtle past us Beltway weaving through traffic exhaust belching smoke like an omen.But just guy running lateto construction site sipping coffeeblasting Metallica stay awake.