Poetry – Page 8

“sex on thursday church on wednesday” by Emma Kelly

promise you won't tell anyone
we both whisper to each other in a way so synchronized you would think that it was scripted
instead of a consenting yes, we agree to sex with a secret
but god already knows
sex on thursday church on wednesday
scars from surgery
elbow snapped in half at the age of three
your left ear is split
i know you nakedly
chicken nuggets at midnight with a crisp sprite
weird movies
your father
i know you sacredly
we've shared classes since our freshman year here yet it took me only a week and a half to know that you fear here
like me
we think the same which is so much scarier than i ever imagined it to be
i wished on eyelashes for someone to know me like you do, but i didn't know that it meant
twenty four seven honesty and vulnerable questions being asked with you on top of me
i will answer every single one of them
because we have sex on thursday, and you go to church on wednesday
it took god seven days to create the world but we only need six
sex on thursday church on wednesday
you are like a confessional
i get on my knees and i bow my head into your legs
i pray to the holy altar of your stomach
divine, rewarding, merciful
there are tears in my eyes that do not exist from crying
i take in all of you
my throat
gasping
gospel
because sex may be on thursday, but you are my 
lectern on friday
pulpit on saturday
sacrament on sunday
communion on monday
baptism on tuesday
my 
church on wednesday