2026

eucharists until 2 am
for the low, low price
of $6.99
—served in a tall glass

"serpent of temptation,
will you buy me one more drink?"

the back of the taxi
are my silken sheets
sweat-stuck skin welds together;
the leather seat to my back,
and a hand on my thigh

the driver,
a witness to divine violation
i drag the divider closed
"oh mary, full of grace,"
i utter with bated breath
"the lord is not with us"

his touch glides across my lips
and down my sternum

an arched back
a broken halo
a curled finger

had the court of trent not considered
how a man feels delving?
could the crescent-shaped divots on my thighs
be acceptable mortification?