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• Artiste: Youngest Son
• Titre: Corpus Christi
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Don't tell me I've got it all wrong now Cos I'm a complicated lady I still know the names of the friends I lost When I crossed over the Tiber I used to write lesbian bookworm erotica and no one bothered me then in fact, I got 500 hits a day marched in the Annapolis Pride Parade where we handed out rosaries (It was a joke, I swear) I had this scene on my dresser when I was little Little figurines-like animals and soldiers My own little community There was always one on the outskirts Facing out over the edge of the dresser With his back to the others A little exiled soldier His crime changed from week to week 'Til they voted him back When he confessed to the others That's when they voted him back So please believe me When I tell you what happened Cos I Barely believed it Myself When I joined the Catholic church Looked kinda funny I was spectacularly butch And Christ says, “This is my body. This is my blood. Put your fingers in the holes in my hands And move them around. Wash my feet with your tears and your hair. Don't save the good perfume. See, I am showing you Beauty.” So now I walk On the Feast of Corpus Christi With my head held low Get off my back, I can't explain it I'm still a dyke, don't dare forget it But I've seen beauty in the body Just like the beauty I saw in high school In the library She had auburn hair And a generous smile and she was miraculous to me So now I live the Corpus Christi with the saints and widows And that means I pray and keep my legs closed Cos I think beauty is sequential One points to another: a little exiled soldier and a young woman's laughter two nail holes in plaster ten women walk together tenth week after Easter one following another All the way to the altar And the confessions we make We make them together And when our bodies change We'll all change together To the body of Christ The body of Christ The body of Christ The body of Christ