now who's for a prayer in the chapel are you coming or do say you willi'm conducting the prayers in my seersucker shirt and my jodhpurs of cavalry twillwe'll be holding the sacrament later when i change into something divineit's a cloak of deep noir with a lining of rouge so it won't show the drips from the winethen for afternoon deep meditation i wear green for it helps me to thinkand when i feel thoroughly cleansed in my souli like pastels andpreferably pinksometimes i wish i were high church instead of so painfully lowfor on feast days and priest days i'd really let rip in my sequins and ermine and mobut what put on where for confession something somber and deep set in foldsor to match all the stories of succulent sinruches of scarlets and purples and goldsi must say i'm pleased to be different and always stand out in a crowdfor in dull clergy clothes i would not be seen deadnot without my reversible shroud but at least in my own congregation i can dress in the fabrics i wantvelour in the vestryshawtung in the crypt and my teraline trunks in the fontyou