Signum Crucis – Sydney Ronquillo

January 6, 2026

7:50 pm
cousin and mom are righteously speaking in the kickin’ crab table passionately and i nod my head in agreement building the eternal half lie.
i cry on top of headless shrimp skipping the salt Lord

forgive me and take my sickness away, robe me in white and grow my hair out, bring me a strong man and a kitchen where nothing breaks and take this demon of vehemence away.
i turn to You to save me Jesus Jesus Jesus,

give me long legs and blind my eyes cover me in plastic and i will be holy / damn those punks with their psychotic words under delinquent’s rags with their unshaved fat
them filthy men and women,
them creatures with subatomic eyes

reject my laughter and morph it into hymn, reject my oddities and prune them into wine, reject the fire which burns in all directions and let it die down to a
single Lord’s wick

saint kirk and father bush echo in the sphenoid sunday judgements
invading over the rice—-

“damn those middle easterns with their sly ways and damn those indians with their cheap spice trade and damn those mexicans and their day-wage palms and damn those americans for being so great”—-
!my mother is spitting parasites between my own teeth!

damn the house which reeks of purity culture: chicken soup aprons calloused hands secret beatings
you will find the woman swimming in beige / finding respite in the deep breaths and aligned chakras
you will find the man who had men in his car / building homes because aurelius told him to,
mirroring the ants who were made by God. because
“Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal”

the owl howls in the dead of night and the moon calls me to rest
i nod in agreement building the eternal half lie

in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen