(Not) Your Saint

I am not your saint
so stop trying to put
halos on my head
and flowing sheer robes
on my shoulders

Do not bow your head
and pray
that through me
you will find
peace or salvation

I reject your votive candles
your rosary worn to bits
and the statuettes you have of me
all over your damn house

Look at me!
Smell my hair
See my movement
Feel the warmth of
the blood in my veins

I cannot be your saint
my dearest love
because
I am
human