Holy
How raw it is
To devote yourself,
To hold the rosary in hand and tranquility in heart
To write of religion though I can't say I know prayer,
But I know her
I know she is
The cup of holy water on my abuelo's altar
That I sneak sips of when I'm feeling unholy
And she's no saint, but I'd kneel at the church of her body
If I had the chance to
Still, I want to sin at the thought of her -
Want to taste the sweetness of her honey,
Feel it creep down my throat
And I won't apologize anymore,
Won't let shame build a home out of me,
Won't let it gut me
Like a fish,
Oh holy fish,
Fish of Christ
Drown me
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