8
communion wafers
upon my tongue
and for the length
of two held breaths
i am forgiven
my throat is a shallow grave
of “no” and “stop”
whenever i try to spit it out
it lodges itself
there like a threat
to myself
anytime someone
tries to show me
i deserve to feel good
the best moments in my life
are the worst
both lust and regret
leave my tongue
slick with the same
taste
Illustration by Chelsi Rossi
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