Still life with your arm By Elisabeth Horan

​​Still life with your arm


Snapshot is I'm asleep in you
Drapery mixed in pounds of body
Morning stupid, uninvited, marches
In--- 

Today! It's today! 
Go the fuck away!!!

We say, curl like fiddle heads 
Below each other's necks, 

look you say, 
at the way I've become you
Look I say, 
shut up and just hold me

Sleeping, you remind me of Link
In Zelda, a real life elf but a little 
more manly
Emboldened by my love 
plus a renegade
Hanglider, zooming around the Glen
Bashing Bokoblins, knight slay 
Calamity Gannon.

I drape your arm across 
my long breasts
A study in weighted 
human pheremones
And muscles. I won't count 
the hairs 
Upon it, that'd be nuts, 
but prepare to 
Compare it to every 
single vegetable I know

Imagining the taste, the fiber, 
antioxidants
And which wine I might 
pair your skin to
I imagine devouring you
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Bio: Elisabeth Horan is an imperfect creature from Vermont doing her best to make the world a little bit better with her words. She is an advocate for animals, children and those suffering alone and in pain - especially those ostracized by disability and mental illness. She has work published and forthcoming at Occulum, Former Cactus, Moonchild Magazine, Hedgehog Poetry and Ginger Collect. Her column "Arsenic Hour" is live at TERSE. Journal. Find her on Twitter @ehoranpoet