UNTITLED POEM] by Kathryn Novelli

[UNTITLED POEM]

Kathryn Novelli

Yes. Spit plays a part. Saliva lubricates the mouth that spins the smooth silver words they swoon for. They’re swaying, praying. The holy communion between their heavenly idol and their collective lost souls searching, searching, searching for understanding.

And he spit on them. And they considered it a gift.