Daniel Richter’s Apocalyptic Hallucinations
Quilled Paper Anatomy by Sarah Yakawonis
Illustration / Digital
CLEARLY, some people don’t understand the rules!
As we limped away
from our consecrated vows
with you in your glowing
and my knee near collapse
I saw there, underlined
in a slurry of black asphalt
hot and sticky with everything
how everything became ours
the rusted Volvo, your swollen
labia, and the peeling sensation
against my inner thigh, the arguing
mockingbirds, and the rising sun
even the hummingbird passerby
And we were the same
Blood red in a slumbering tree
Flutter down on the beating of wing
Scurrying in search of seed
Soaring back, his lover to feed
Have you ever seen such timid delight
Darting to and fro for his lady’s right
Unpin me to the testament
Dress me in a vestment
the weight of what a
Friday night remembers
Give me tongues for tales and tryst
Make me bleed for nights I missed
because my coat was too thin
Don’t beg the smile
without the joy
Don’t turn the man
against the boy
All at once my senses reeled
A cold wind, thick and choking
A smell so foul it coats the mouth
As it worms its way down your throat
Sitting like a rock in your stomach, lurching.
Rotting flesh hung days past
As a warning to others.
Loosed bits of oily hair
Encircle the open-air grave.
Its once wild, now hollow eye
Staring at a world it no longer sees.
What a world
That hangs a corpse amongst the trees.