5/16/13

Bread and Blood


Just dip the wafer in the cup 
It’s the least messy option -- the clean and sanitary way
Look, your experience here is limited
to say the least. So take me up on the offer
to remain ever prim and proper
There, that’s much more agreeable, isn’t it
After all, who wants to kneel with parted lips 
like a hopeful nursing babe
Isn’t it enough to have to bend low

But as the cup comes closer 
more words in priestly voices make me 
want to lose this moon in my palm;
to reach past the railing 
for silver with both hands
I'll risk the germs and the crumbs, only 
let me drink til I'm no longer thirsty
while red wine dribbles slowly 
down my own dirty chin

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