JEHOVA FRAGMENT #2




We dragged her from the mess.
Even now we wait
for her sigh, her soft closing eye
and breath you wouldn't turn away from.


Her smile the same metal they use to make dentistry tools
and the way she said cunt
the way the sun spits and snarls
that way.









​JEHOVA FRAGMENT #3
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Did I ever tell you about my aunt?
How she walked in her shoes like a child?
She was ninety-five years old
walking on walls and chasing pigeons
still afraid of death
still afraid of the universe


her smile held in place by tiny wires
the same wires they use to drag trout onto rowboats


Some throw them back.
Some smash their tiny heads to pulp and eat the rest.