Some sacred texts of smut are smooth as ash,
afterglow’s fire — lightning’s ozone — desert’s
rain. Some are scraggy. Your mom calls it trash.
The nuns call them sin. Holy acts of perverts:
-psycho- -porno- -jikʼeedgo- toothed and notched.
Certain words crack doors wide. Your butterfly
cacti knows this. So does moon blood. Debauched
flesh flow. Sticky chin. Certain words defy
grace and good taste. Words be nasty with want.
These are our myths. Our filth and bawdiness.
The chaste fear this. They are sick in their soul
without either consort and confidant.
We’re rough, we’re smooth, we burn like a furnace —
this makes us blessed, makes us love, makes us whole.
Jikʼeedgo translates into the act of fucking in the Navajo language (Diné bizaad).