Transsubstantive

By: ​Angelica Brown

Transsubstantive 

Smoke break in the alley 
And you are jesus’ body broken for 
Fuck knows what 
Do this in remembrance of 
The man kicking trash cans and yowling 
Like a wounded deer. 

Everyone else looked at their phones 
But you handed him a smoke and a curious 
Path was cleared for you in the 
Softening of his face. ​

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Angelica Brown

is a writer and youth worker from Portland, Oregon. Her writing has been most recently featured in Geez Magazine, and she is currently working on a collection of poems about the apocalypse. ​