sometimes the naive roman catholic girl
speaks through me
stuttering stupid things like
"we're all related!"
or "jesus christ!" when alarmed
or being filled with flesh,
writhing on a stinking mattress--
riding the iron fist of divinity
to whom i accept fully
invading depths where no
diety has lodged
and like a good little angel
i sink so quickly to my knees
and dress myself in his pearly offerings.
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