Communion
I finally acquiesced and joined my aunt for midnight mass
I wasn’t a believer, these sorts of things felt cultish to me.
Wine to blood, bread to body.
Transubstantiation seemed like a con.
I was wrong.
Apparently, the savior tastes like pulled pork.
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Jacob Marsh 