By Hannah Mills
She says, a hot Cheeto and diet coke.
In your church I’d shake ass on the altar.
It’s funny and so serious if
all you had left of a person
was something to consume
to remember them by
The chalice with grape wine
grossed me out everyone’s lips
on the same cup
the old ladies letting you
sip just enough
and the Body of Christ was dry
a tasteless cracker that wasn’t
allowed to touch the floor
until that one time it did
and to everyone’s horror
I picked it up ate it off the floor
what would my body and blood
be if they weren’t me?
they’d be buried under a tree
if someone had to consume me
I’d be savory, lovely, ecstasy
narrow me down to tingling
on your tongue
Communion everyday
take me back to that
first time with the grape
wine and shake
that girl awake inside
