Bread and Blood

“Just dip the wafer in the cup,” he explained
— it’s the least messy option,
the clean and sanitary way.

Yes,
my experience here is limited
to say the least, I thought

to take him up on the offer
to remain ever so prim,
ever so proper.

There, that’s much more agreeable,
isn’t it?

After all, who wants to kneel
with parted lips,
like a hopeful nursing babe?

Isn’t it enough to have to bend low?

But as the cup came closer,
more words in priestly voices
made me long

to drop the moon inside my palm,
to reach past the wooden railing,
to grasp the silver with both my hands.

I’ll risk the germs and the crumbs,
only

let me drink until I’m no longer thirsty,
as wine dribbles slowly
down my own dirty chin.

Janna Barber

1 Comment

  1. Sharon Frazier
    Apr 27, 2015

    Thank you, Janna. This speaks for me, and to me.

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