I want to be
a theologian
of the drowned
but the only scriptures
I find
are written
in smoke and laughter
I don’t just
want
to be your
drunken slave
I become the
condemning
priest
I am covered
in pussy
but I lack
the tongue
for your orgasm
the beat
plays as commandment
but there is no
Moses in this
subjectivity
involuntarily
I become
a mirror
where dark shadows
are reflected as light