Hail Mary, the woman who labored for the Eternal Patriarch, when she was only a girl playing with dolls as her mother
discussed in words she barely understood on the nature of being a woman, her obligations to her husband, to say yes
to men even if their asks are outrageous, all the while chopping carrots and onions and boiling the water, I ask if
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy
Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
when the lights are off and I kiss a boy, who tastes like sugar, honey, himself a holy
sacrament, a testament of faith, the fruit of an orchard, can I say that
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray
for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
I wish for the gazes of my ancestors to turn away, to stop viewing me as Sodom’s child, for them to stop invoking
the name of your Son to deliver me from pleasure to holy domination, when all I want to be is to stop being that
timid Catholic boy who praises Your blessings,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the
hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
Say my love is without sin, that loving a boy whose branches entangle my own and who lays me in the pillowy grass,
where we laugh at each others jokes, not quite funny, not quite heaven-made for each other, but enough to soothe the
aching bones of our fathers Jonathan and David—
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of
thy womb, Jesus.
Can one never be separate from the blood of their mothers, the violence of their fathers, and the roots that leach
the nutrients of joy from the soil, until the grass becomes brown, yet it’s leaves laugh at Babel’s inferiority?,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of
thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
Mary, Mary, Mary, do you sometimes wish to be free of it all, from the worship, the candles, the liturgy, the
expectations, praying
now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of
thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
that the tree from which the woman ate from
can take God’s rot and turn it into a means to provide.
Amen.