“You could always dip the wafer
in the goblet,” my friend said. "It’s the least messy option, the
clean sanitary way."
My experience was limited, so
I decided to take him up
on the offer to remain
ever so prim, ever so proper.
It seemed much more agreeable. After all,
who wants to kneel with open, parted
lips, like some hopeful nursing babe?
Wasn’t it enough to simply bend low?
But as the cup came closer, more words
in priestly voices made me long
to drop the moon inside my palm, to
reach past the wooden railing, to grasp
silver with both my hands.
I’d risk the crumbs and germs, if they'd only let me drink 'til the cup was empty. While wine dribbled
slowly down my own