M’ass


I was never Catholic 

Always adjacent 

That goes for the big C

(Always believed in the universe) 


And maybe that’s why I 

Commit and committed to 

Every sort of sacrilege you can name,

Minus killing, 

Minus my own soul 


But I do remember 

Their hands, the nuns

White, crepe paper thin skin

Wedding bands an abomination 

To the goddess circles 

I now consider my ride or die 

Married to whom why when where how

The only consent a free meal, 

shitty housing and poor fashion 

In exchange for 

a little licking 

 (if you’re naughty)

Or a free ride in a handmaiden basket 

To the sky god’s eternal waters 

To what: fuck an impotent angel.


Whew that was a lot


But say the word and I shall be healed 

they say

Those priests 


The word: just a man

My words: swallowed and lost

As I smile and nod peace be with you

The host, the sacrifice 

Not allowed to grace my lips 

Brown Jew smile, like Jesus himself 

Only with limited 

fishes and loaves


Despite plenty of neighborly love

I find myself fascinated 

By the poets water consumed, 

Buckley 

Storni

Woolf 


Maybe it would 

feel better 

To be baptized?

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