AND THE WORD BECAME FLESH

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O, Bread my tongue

has taken and my teeth

have crushed: leave your imprint

deep in my molars, deeper

than the fillings in them, deeper

than the aching of referred pain

locking up my jaw.

Dissolve into my tastebuds and dissolve

my tastes for everything but you.

Come, Bread so crucial: condescend

to fill this glutton’s belly.

Seek out every corner where hunger

spurns all store-bought food.

Living Bread the heavens can’t contain,

mingling with the masses of microbiota

deep in my gut: Lest I move

to dismiss you,

Take me. Absorb me.

Meld with every molecule in me.

Burst into each cell where I

labor stupidly to express my own

mangled DNA. Come, Bread of heaven

and rewrite that code.

Consume me, all of me:

the excess fat, the scars,

the diseased brain

where serotonin-starved emptiness

howls. Come, Bread of Life, and find me

where I duck and dodge firing neurons,

here in the mock infinity

of my yawning synapses.

I want to be whole.

Incorporate me into your Body, broken

into one.