christianity is wrong about so many beautiful things.

example: sex as sacrament, spoiled, turned into

wet wounds in christ’s flanks, glittering
gilded edging, an entire clutch of demons
devoted to desire, hatched from dripping
pomegranates.

don’t forget virgins and their besotted unicorns,
tamed just to die docile in maidenly laps.

what bullshit.

everyone knows that unicorns are up for anything.

some of us know that

unicorns sang kaddish in eden for the lilith they knew,
unicorns swam through corpse-flecked floodwaters,
unicorns beat every bird to the olive tree and
danced with miriam beside the red sea.

unicorns lived before moses, before jesus,

and they will outlive jerusalem.

unicorns think safe words are good and necessary, but not for them.

put more bluntly, unicorns don’t give a damn
about purity or porn or magic
wands,

i know, because i can see them,
truth in twilight, as all women
who kindle candles under
veils of feral hair
can see—

unicorns live for the bloody
heartbeat of collision, creation,
starry sweat,

rainbow skins plaited together
into something so

holy that

biblically accurate angels avert their myriad eyes,
demons slumber satisfied,
earthly language fails,

the tower falls,

the garden gates are abandoned, gloriously,

so anyone can slip through

and eat.

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