pantheon.

my prayer is that
you always remember me
as your temple

the place where you
worshipped
and confessed with wool in your
hands
and blood in between your teeth.

your throat coated with
invocations
pronounced as my name.

does the smell of the
church floor still
linger in your knees?

a gnarled tongue
pressed against the
roof
of your mouth

how could
you forsake this
holy place?

    - pantheon (2016)