I told the priest that
I just wanted to burn Mary’s bones on my skin
This is just a form of supplication, a
Spell to make me better than I am –
Beneath my layers
Of clothes, brighter veins and
All the hail mary’s prescribed to me added up to nothing
I told the priest that
I had eaten enough of
Jesus’ body to last me a lifetime
I could become him now
No incense or prayers
Would he ever have to lift up to me
All I wanted was
A kiss upon the lips.