Sacrament III

Oh, forgive me, father, for I have sinned

against my gender. Call me traitor, traitor.

Pronoun evader—I’m mâché skinned

& making penance, cut my equator.

So, who do you apologize to now?

God in my jars of white glue & glitter.

I press popsicles to tongues; a pink vow

to always praise-worship my clitoris.

We do macaroni art on plates,

the gold plates where he cuts baby carrots.

Hummus hallelujah me! Holy waits

for no man, but I’m a green soap spirit!

In confession monsignor paints my nails,

this color suits you, typical for females.