“sacred sucre” By: Dylan W. Krieger

when my christ-heart cracks open
crownfuls of candy-cane caviar fall out

rain down fishy baptism on all the
red-rimmed wine-dimmed spectators

whipping their dicks out for dick’s sake
b/c the blood hyphen overhang beckons

a thousand faith-affirming penetrations
as if to say please fuck me harder, Mr.

Roman Empire, where every phallus
is its own collapsible lance of destiny

so arrest me, it’s too easy to blaspheme
what already reeks like decomposing mystery

meat so idle only mass-recycled idols
splint its flaccid little bones

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