of stained glass

and the body of christ. of amen,

of the feeling of shit am i even pure

enough to be here. here, where 

hard wood cuts into caving knees 

like twisted training for heaven. 

of stained glass windows

making a mockery

of pride flag colors,

pink-purple-blue rays as they pierce

my face and my faults and my fragile, 

sore faithless clasped hands. 

stained glass windows

displaying columbus raising

a cross, sharp, prideful. god's

stains washing over as i kneel, 

emblazoned and hungry,

picking

his 

body 

out 

of my teeth.

Anonymous

(CW: Vulgarity (use of curse words))