Holy of Holies

by Andrea Vaughan

me & you go looking for salvation in the bottom of a plastic cup filled with anything but holy water, and me & you are always getting ourselves into this kind of trouble, and me & you go climb the highest bough of that tree outside your window trying to get closer to god, and me & you seem like we’re up to something sacred, and me & you say prayers that start with O, and me & you skim the most mysterious passages, and me & you wait for my period to come every month, and me & you wonder how this will end, and me & you have our thumbs in our mouths, and me & you are sipping on communion wine with our feet up on the pews, and me & you will never be forgiven for this