the week i was a demon

Gabriel Ramirez

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i caught Jon
bowing
before
a jealous &
vengeful G-D.

                                         let us put our fists together
                                         and pray! o frustrated father
                                         of righteous fire, we come to you
                                         with fingernail marks in our palms;
                                         four doves with hooves gliding.
                                         mid-prayer. belly filled with demons.
                                         if this is our last meal, let every bite
                                         certify entry into your home
                                         bloodlust judge of the earth . . .

ready to fight
for a heaven
swelling
with the
skeletons
of angels,
Jon turned
to me:
bloodshot.
mouthful
of his own
gold
trimmed
wings
& kept                              praying.