8/1/2023 Poetry by KossΝick Perrone CC
Repository Grandma I haunt your home years later the lavender in your drawer sings ghost how can you be so still and how can the grass be grass above you just down the road from here your silver hair encased in silvered blue I shadow in your frigid chair and my nails have ridges just like yours and my hair now shivers silver and someday too the grass will be grass above me (originally published in San Pedro River Review) First Address: Flint: Dort Motel A cinder-blocked life in one room gray and muted jade green full of sofa which unfolds into boat with four of us crimped in the hull in our convenience of skin shaggy sea seen from the starboard and you with your wee feet dangling: suspended Dancing Backwards Towards Pluperfect You wish to be young again so you buy an Aurora Frankenstein kit sniff the lemony glue and paint it with enamel / half-assed display it on your bedroom shelf / homage to a stranger child You wish to be young again so you wrap yourself in lamé and a boa and dance around the folding chairs / drunk and thumping like nobody ever told you / you dance like an asshole You wish to be young again so you join a gym and spin to deafening rock ‘til you puke and the fat rolls off your frame like a yarn tongue and you parade your small-town renewed gay ass to no one You wish to be young again / life just slides away down the strip mall ramp... Koss is an artist, writer and web designer with over 200 visual and written publications in journals and anthologies. Recent and forthcoming publications include MoonPark Review, Sage Cigarettes, Beaver Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, (Re) An Ideas Journal, Permafrost Magazine, Cutbow Quarterly, Petrichor, and SoFloPoJo. Find links to Koss's work at https://koss-works.com and connect on Twitter @Koss51209969 and Instagram @koss_singular. Comments are closed.
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