Holy

How raw it is

To devote yourself,

To hold the rosary in hand and tranquility in heart

To write of religion though I can't say I know prayer,

But I know her

I know she is

The cup of holy water on my abuelo's altar

That I sneak sips of when I'm feeling unholy

And she's no saint, but I'd kneel at the church of her body

If I had the chance to

Still, I want to sin at the thought of her -

Want to taste the sweetness of her honey,

Feel it creep down my throat

And I won't apologize anymore,

Won't let shame build a home out of me,

Won't let it gut me

Like a fish,

Oh holy fish,

Fish of Christ

Drown me