Kristan LaVietes




The bubbles of
water-spiders chuckle,
dumbfound me so I
blank. Fuck. But this
is what you want maybe.
The little dock, small
lappings. Coos for
the monster in your
stomach. Hunger-drunk, I
try to think on your
question. Something
theological. “It’s critical,"
you say. Your flip-flops
dangle, in-tight
between your toes.
God is between your

Jesus, having taken
and blessed the bread,
broke it and gave it
to the disciples,
and said, Take, eat: this
is my body.

“It’s critical.” All
I can think is,
God is proud of us
for this fasting. God
wants our tongues
for other things.


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