Megan Neville
Party Game
FUCK:
Colliding stars swallow each other;
turn inside out & light into lead.
On earth, I catch only shudders
of sense, fold them into my chest
amidst our limbs braiding together.
MARRY:
We are hallway footsteps at dawn,
the same floorboard always complaining.
We are terrycloth & cotton batting
against skin, lotioned & shaved.
We are honey-smell bulging into every
corner as bread rises in the oven.
KILL:
When you slice & crunch apple flesh
in my ear, I know it is time:
the bread burned, the lead poison.
I pitch you to the sky & a new
star holds fruit in its mouth.
Colliding stars swallow each other;
turn inside out & light into lead.
On earth, I catch only shudders
of sense, fold them into my chest
amidst our limbs braiding together.
MARRY:
We are hallway footsteps at dawn,
the same floorboard always complaining.
We are terrycloth & cotton batting
against skin, lotioned & shaved.
We are honey-smell bulging into every
corner as bread rises in the oven.
KILL:
When you slice & crunch apple flesh
in my ear, I know it is time:
the bread burned, the lead poison.
I pitch you to the sky & a new
star holds fruit in its mouth.
Biography
Megan Neville (she/her) is a writer and educator based in Cleveland, Ohio. She is the author of the chapbook Rust Belt Love Song (Game Over Books), and her work is forthcoming in or has been published by Noble/Gas Qtrly, Split Rock Review, Belt Magazine, English Journal, Whiskey Island, and others. She tweets @MegNev and blogs at www.MeganNevillePoetry.com, usually with a cat on her lap.
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