Russell Nichols
BREAD + WINE
fuck a recipe, you said.
you wanted to make it from scratch
to dig deep deep past the surface
of walls that keep your secrets
tempting them when speaking
in tongues to spill
this is my blood
confluencing for you
this is my body
getting broken the eff off
of course: love tastes
better made to order
your steps all wobbly
like walking on water
& water turns to
& words turn to
& we turn tables
re-mixing the last supper
into a supper that lasts
dying & coming; dying & coming
cups running & running over
& over
religiously: a pretzel
leavened language twisted
braided iconography
of you kneading
me kneading you