Fuck finding God when I have this diamond:

My small sparkling incisor, cherubim crystals,

Thing shoved in a condom inserted in rear

And we just met but my blood is boiling.

O my white firefly buzzing in my ear.

I have trapped you in a mason jar and

Moved us around all throughout the night —

How I have bound us, misery flushing out

All of our conjoined light. The sound we

Both make being shaken when encased

In stone, in dirt, in glass, in a story I have

Never been capable of justifying: how I

Yanked out my back molar to replace it with

A substitute god. My diamond, my small

Sparkling incisor, you little cherubim crystals

With your wings clipped, flapping around and

Looking for the smallest source of holy light.

O God, O God my blood has overflown and

All of the emaciated bodies are on fire.

My glass enclosure has cracked open and

This is what they meant by a healthy fear.

Here, my light is burning just outside a door.

Here, a thing higher than God, taker of lives,

The cry it makes crushed by a boot, my little

Cherubim crystals, you yank out my tongue

And speak in your own unholy voice asking

For the rest of my body back. But it’s mine.