prompt: sacred acts

Too much saliva has been wasted

wetting tongues

that have told me that

I shake the devil's hand any time I say I love myself

The other day I bought toothpaste

and it did not scare me

Most of my socks have holes in the bottom,

I remember walking with my friends

laughter rings out in gold

it shines brighter than moroni's forehead.

Holiness was stale bread and blue carpets

now I see angels in the brown of her eyes

and the world is an opal in my hand

whenever they reach out with warm arms

I am not my body

but maybe one day it will forgive me

I am not my body

but I still see the sacred acts

I create and carry forward

the prayers of sunlight or the bark of a dog

I want to say I love you

so I eat another scone