Daily Bread

Spread your legs like butter upon my body,

My body that is the bread.

Is that a reference to God?

Oh God, oh God,

Hallowed be Thy name.

Hallowed by Thy name.

Oh wait, it doesn't work like that.

Just because I murmur 'God',

Does not make me any closer to Him.

Just because I can feel the swirl of each letter

Upon my tongue—

The hard 'g'

The drawn out 'o'

Taking its time before it reaches a finite 'd'—

God, oh God.

"Come unto me,

All ye that labor and are heavy laden,

And I will give you rest."

Rest.

Rest.

Rest.

The rest of me is spread upon your body,

Like butter,

Upon your body that is the bread.

That is not a reference to God.

That is a metaphor

For sex.

And even though I can shout "God",

Does not make me any closer to him.

Even though I can feel the dread of every letter—

The harrowing 'g'

The punctuated 'o'

An emphasized 'd'

Followed by an even shorter,

Frustrated "Fuck."—

Fuck.

The guilt of finding God

The morning after.

To be, or not to be;

The bread is broken.

This time around my body is the bread

From which you will eat,

From which you ate,

Not for sustenance,

But to temporarily fill a void.

The bread is broken;

I am the bread.

My blood infused with my tears,

Is the wine.

The wine from which no one else will drink.

For who will drink boiled wine?

Hallowed be Thy name--

Fuck that.

Hallowed be My name.

My body will always be the bread,

Even if it is half eaten.

My blood shall be the wine,

Even if the cup is dry.

Hallowed be my name

Because you came unto me,

And I gave you rest.

Spread your legs like butter upon my body,

My body that is the bread.

That is not a reference to God,

That is a reference to Me.

I am the bread;

And the bread is broken.