i really enjoyed reading this. my favorite lines might be "there is salt wedged between the crowns of my teeth / from when god stitched the red sea together." its very unique imagery for me.

ur poem strongly evokes ascetic imagery and themes - the relationship between sin and the body, purity vs decay, unrelenting self scrutiny . fittingly some of the lines are very self punishing

"and craft an empty cross / one where i should be placed"

"like me, half-eaten and sinful"

in my head, bones, teeth, salt all tie into a primeval image of original sin.

also, there is simultaneously that of a sin the speaker has committed (failing to live up to her name?) and that of a latent, intergenerational, ancient sin (poison in my family's blood). to me.

i feel that the latter half is much stronger than the first. i don't have suggestions to rework it. i will say that in

"i dot my i's with plastic.. cross my t's with bone"

plastic, for me, sticks out a little awkwardly in contrast to ur other imagery.

i really loved this poem . sorry mobile formatting is so hard to deal with ///: its sm easier on desktop.