my boyfriend’s stigmata

we ponder buying
most exquisite of champagnes
or bargain three pack of red.

my boyfriend says:
Oh. Shit.

blood
leaks
from
nails

I joke:
It’s Stigmata!

But, despite tired smiles,
and casual, unconcerned laughter,
beneath the shop clerk’s quivering smile

demons
of
belief
skulk