Communion

I won’t be angry, I wont get mad, My face will stay pale and my pulse calm I will remember That God has given forgiveness to the devil himself And I will extend that To you I won’t let rage become the stuff between my nerves Instead I can be kind I can be giving I can be selfless And that will be my answer I will let you take parts of myself Crack open my chest for you to hide If you are cold Take each rib and polish it If you need something to grip Use the splinters to pick your teeth Weave my hair into cloth Bathe in my blood Goddamit clothe yourself in my leathered skin Take all of me—I give it to you I will not be angry I will give, instead Either way, I am consumed, utterly, by you