The florist peels the petals off,
replaces them with human skin
sewn in to flower shapes then hangs them
to the curtains in the nearby neighbors
mobile home. In the middle of the floral arrangement
is an RSVP card."Please respond by opening the door
to your refrigerator". Someone opens the door and sees
a serving tray filled with red jello shots
they don't remember makingand another
gold fold it sign that says follow the throbbing sent by the
bio mat. The oven mat turns into a wrestling mitt,
the foliage starts on fire inside the oven.
The worlds last redwood forest appears there,
singing songs from the perspective of prized trees,
blood spewing out of their broken branches,
bird nests screaming, biohazardous wings.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. She is drawn to poetry, abstract visual art, and other forms of expression. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.
j/j hastain is a collaborator, writer and maker of things. j/j performs ceremonial gore. Chasing and courting the animate and potentially enlivening decay that exists between seer and singer, j/j hopes to make the god/dess of stone moan and nod deeply through the waxing and waning seasons of the moon.