Poetry

Sanguinette

blood, happy blood flows like water over your lips some would call our communion unholy

Sanguinette

blood, happy blood
flows like water over your lips
some would call our communion unholy

take your place in the pew
pray before you reach
for the altar of desire

we have no crucified god above us
we who worship without words
with only body and blood

take me on the altar, your communion
let the force of our friction
speak for our mute mouths


Robert Beveridge makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. He celebrated the thirtieth anniversary of his first publication in November 2018. Recent/upcoming appearances in Cough Syrup, Penumbra, and Lowestoft Chronicle, among others.


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