Unholy Communion
She called herself Catherine, after
that astonishing saint. Now at the sink
splashing tap water on shadowed pits,
seams of black stockings crept crookedly
up shapely legs to dissappear beneath
the ragged lace hem of a slip; nylon leers
looking for absolution.
She had gave up work for lent, but it was
two days past Ash, and bidness were bidness,
Joe. Lighting a camel, she hung it off her
bottom lip, smiling at me through smoke
that wafted across her face, wisps of ghosts
bringing tears to dead eyes. She coughed
violently, spit the gift in the open toilet.
She hooked a black bra behind her, half cups
offered up blue-veined breasts like sacramental
flesh. Pulling on a carmine colored skirt,
too tight for mass, she caught the waist with
a safety pin, and said what God don't see
won't give much offense.
Hard sin grows with bought thought; hot,
pulsating abcesses infecting my groin. Heart
pounds consternation at this state of disgrace,
threatens to fly from its constricted cavity
and splat in bloody pentinence at the feet
of St. Jude, pathetic saviour for my
hopeless confessions.
She needed communion, because of her work;
sacrifice for lent went lacking. I notice da
parish house don't do widout, she laughed,
and the jiggled camel dumped its gray load
between the two sacraments. She giggled like
a caught child, flicked it away with nails
painted Irish green to match her eyes.
We sat in the back, as befitted our station,
the last up to recieve Eucharist. I held God on
my tounge until he melted there, gagging me
with sticky guilt born of broken belief.
We lit candles as we left, white wax to repose
our souls. The tiny flames sputtered in still air,
drowning in molten tears.
Wow... see that kind of work makes me feel very, very small. The phrasing, the way it flows, etc. is really really good. It plays on ideas and phrases. I like very much ^_^
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Xx Demoness xX
"All that is gold does not glitter. Nor all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
"She wears a coat of color, Loved by some, feared by others, She's immortalized in young men's eyes"-Creed
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