This bread is my body

There’s something about The Way 
you burn a Sunday 
drink instead of praying 
hymn the baseline, tuck your tongue 
it’s still communion if you don’t drink alone 
take this	 sip 
your body becomes my body 
just on Sunday 
business days don’t count 
for sacrament 
so we switch 
our unions of Eucharist 
for something more malt soaked 
quick swallow 
turn the tables over to maple tops 
this abandoned temple 
calls final, one more round 
baby, take me to the bridge 
confess		 again 

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