Holy ghost in me
I never wanted anything.
I pray more than most, I think.

I heard all design & architecture
is pudendum
simulacra.
// not for the life of me
not me

Holy god in us
why curse our legs to carry
the weight of hell between them?
I was glad to call it sin
until, at once, matrimony
took all the sense
I’d made of it.

I had mine
known     from me.
I just wished
this would feel different &
      it didn’t.

Holy christ
a ghost
a wind     in me —
let me be desired
and desire       to be.

Jesus fucking god almighty
let me leave the body
to love without our organs in my way.