There she is
Like a lizard
In the sun.

I know you see her
Like a star
So hot like a fever
So holy like a gospel

She is your patron saint
Your salvation brought to completion
Holy fire with a side of wine
Sin so sacred it’s a secret that you know you aren’t the first
Or the last

That you know she is a virus
Infection spreading from cell to cell,

But you take her like communion even while she breaks you
Like bread
And discards you
Like crust

Into a mass grave of all her victims
Corpses trickling down to Patient Zero
The first man who ever taught her
How to play the game.

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