I walk into the room and I see A honey-filled jar that sits upon a shelf, bathed in spring sunlight. A deep golden-hued shadow cast across the room Washing over me as I approach and I kneel and press my palms into the cold tiled floor and
I begin to pray.
“Did you know they placed your relic upon a baker’s rack In a kitchen just small enough to house its appliances? They ask you to bless things that you don’t have domain over.
Little do they know that I pray to you To become too present in my own body-- Blood rushing is something loud when you’re attuned to it-- A love letter to life and the drainage of it And the discomfort of realizing my tongue is too big for my mouth
Praise feels like the haloed light in this room: The smell of a cream sauce seasoned to perfection Offerings of homemade food and drink, Dried sunflowers, The last bit of ink in a well-used pen with the end chewed on, Notebooks and sketchbooks filled to the brim with coded doodles whispering ****** secrets in tongues familiar only to you, and Annotated horror books upon the shelf
I remember the day I found your body. I remember draining your blood into a bucket. I remember removing your head from your neck. With a handsaw I found in my grandfather’s shed. He still doesn’t know it’s missing.
I bought honey from the woman who sells it Out of her home down the street from the elementary school And I poured it into the largest jar I could find.
I carefully pushed your hair to be perfectly curled in the way that you liked it And your eyes are closed, I made sure of that Because when they stared back at me, I stared back for as long as I could trying to find some meaning in it all.
And now the light catches the bubbles Still slowly floating up from the largest sunflower I could find A bed for which I rested your chin upon Before delicately pouring in the honey on that day. I kissed your forehead before adding the last jar.
Have you ever stared down at the ground and wondered If someone-- Anyone-- Could hear the pleas crying for help and forgiveness?
I pray now for forgiveness, sweet saint. I pray now for forgiveness for stealing a kiss and Placing you here and Pressing my hands to the last thing you have on this earth.