a grape is a berry Are there holy grapes, is there holy ground, is anything here holy? – Annie Dillard i’ve taken a lot of communion in a lot of traditions, watched my mother cut loaves into squares, or my aunts open jugs of store-brand grape juice for the blood of Christ. i notice the flouriness of pita, the way that wafers melt in my mouth, or the honey whole grain sweetness of the st. luke’s loaf. when i join a wine-drinking church, they ask me to keep them supplied, so i use my employee discount to pick up half a case at a time. the vicar puts her hands on the bottles that i carried in my backpack, next to my wallet and a carton of oat milk. there is no moment i can see when the holiness is added in or set apart. holiness runs alongside of the ordinary: wine and coffee, wafers and doughnuts. whatever there is of holiness in communion is in the taking of it.
Jennifer Avignon (she/her) is a queer poet who lives in Seattle with her husband and lots of houseplants. She is currently enrolled in the MFA program at Seattle Pacific University. Her work appears in This Present Former Glory, Stepaway Magazine, and Beaver Magazine. https://www.jenniferavignon.com/