Poetry
Pyriscence
A poetic of trans desire.
lines of fire / his talons stuck fast in pulpit wood / i want him
to open a door / or my lips / pump my bellows body / every verse
he points to tears / he calls me (dustbound) / my teeth breaking
flimsy wafer & plastic pannikin / (dirtfilled) / Jesus’ veins actual or not
dye for me / my khaki pants / my clumsy hands / haven’t we been given
enough blood already / me i keep spilling
my own / hungry as this god of strawberry wrists & eucharist / trapped fire
fly in honeyed jar / straight razor’s darkly mirror / i was only going to live
three days / my untimely deresurrection / erection confession adolescent
wet dreams / so send me to hell to dry / or maybe just sing / fuck / let spill
every fluid on my khakis / unashamed / uninhibited grace
tastes like pine / like the call from the hotel front desk / my wake / he rolls me
inside our tousled sheets / tucks me once more / we form worlds with fleshy
tongues / never fully incarnated / i could worship him / even for a bit
could i be an idolater / his image graven within my mind / without
worry of the watched / never for a second have i felt alone / unhaunted
my thoughts / my unholy ghost / i get my spirits confused / drunk
like sweet grape juice / downed in a swallow / never enough i partake
in this communion of saints / every spook i’ve ever met / every face
silhouetted in these spruce pews / this treacherous sanctuary / they sharpen
blades in discordant hymn / shape crosses wear crosses / crucify me wrong
side down / thorny hair sets crooked roots / needle fingers drip sap-laden / i wait
not for rainy baptism / my hollows hoard every church’s precious air / i pray
to combust / to melt my resin skin / spill seed to unwashed soil / serotiny
not for progeny / but another me / another cup at the table / where for grace
i never once close my eyes / my mouths
