“Barefoot Saint” by Jacob Erin-Cilberto

disgrace the virgin
her
formidable reputation
down in formaldehyde flame

the name of the game
smear the gender
don't bother
suing for slander
she's engaged in truant slumber
around the block
up your street
in the back of the alley
in the backseat

feet flying in the air
she doesn't care
about the consequence
hasn't any sense
since
the dress lifted above her head

now her reputation's dead
Mary Magdalene's
got nothin' on her

and that crucifix around the throat
only covers marks
left
by her last lover.