Hagiography

By Robin Mimoso

 

I could beat the hell out of this poem

And it still wouldn’t make the words        holy

Or give the blood on the bat

The taste of wine

Burgundy stains                saints

With pieceful hands

And if i die holey

I wouldn’t be an                idol

Just stabbed

Meet me in the water

The bloated body of those

Lost at sea

Doesn’t make                    god

Part the waves

Wave goodbye

The tigers tooth’s fatal flaw

Is             god        gave us teeth too

To ravenously rend raw the rage in ragged teeth

If i am not allowed to bite             you

Then run.

 

Robin’s Bio:

I’m a 23 year old English Major at Rutgers University; I use they/them pronouns and I love writing everything from poetry to comics to novels!

Robin wrote this poem for Susan Miller’s poetry class. Miller selected the piece as a WHR featured poem.