Three poems by Anastasia Jill


Cana is your wife but
she is my girlfriend;
sapphire wines are
cheaper than you think.

They cost the same
as a human heart,
pulverized to be water.

Jesus took me in his hands,
made something your wife
can drink.

Oh God, how it felt to be
on her lips again:

like a miracle, a glory
revealed in the way that
only two women in love
could ever see.

There is a ceremony
as I am filtered through
not-so-virginal teeth that
know my flavor the way
jars know their stone.

I am drunk but not involved
here; the brim full and removed
from the banquet, but I stay
on the tongue that loves you
in the face of disciples.

Know this;
you’ll be together forever.
I believe in you.


How to Drink the Boiling Blood

Step one: lips to the edge
Step two: tongue lapping the juices
Step three: asphyxiated lips
Three and a half? swallow, girl. choke her down
Step four: watch her eyes ice to green
Repeat until climax. or purgatory. your pick.


of Galilee  

Jesus is the true ride or die
the holiest of MVPs
tattooing her body
in the diatribe of the gospel

She shines //
even with him
She shines //
balls hanging from her chin

breaking my heart
over dinner
and swirling my guts
in a glass

she’s beautiful
oh, God
She shines //

What Jesus did for Cana
milks the steam from the
rose of my cheeks,
paints my walls
till they shined
as bright as her,

sucking the backwash
from the chalice,
washing her
from me

I learn to shine //




Anastasia Jill (Anna Keeler) is a queer poet and fiction writer living in the southern United States. She is a current editor for the Smaeralit Anthology. Her work has been published or is upcoming with, Cleaver Magazine, FIVE:2:ONE, Ambit Magazine, Drunk Monkeys, Hawai’i Pacific Review, Varnish Journal, and more.



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