Holy Sonnet 5
...and because They made them too for pleasure
They too wanted a go but had an image
to protect—I mean you can’t go down
in the book as another Lot or David.
So an airtight alibi, immaculate
as the most perfectly bleached anus
or flushed colon came the Annunciation.
And being G_d, They F—‘d the Sh_t out of her—
you think porn is nasty now, how’s the one
who knows the end of Time going to do her?
Behind a less holey barn where you can’t hear
if screams are pleasure, pain, or submission—
a session to sate Them for eternity
and leave the Holy Trinity but
a private pun, to spare their poor believers.
Roy (he/she/they) are a queer, non-binary, polyamorous Chinese-Canadian poet living in Brooklyn. They have been published in ANMLY, Prairie Fire, The Windsor Review, and QuibbleLit among other places. They have also reviewed poetry for ARC and The Globe & Mail.