Ortolan

yesterday my new moon eyes were your armagnac neat
tomorrow this snifter will spatchcock your skull
but today today your tweets are a towel in my teeth
this towel is the globe of our world

please like it

don’t gag while I sop my song down your throat
I won’t gag as I eat your embryos in the dark
don’t gag while you do what you must must must

please like it

still signing
still singeing
still singing singing singing

please like it

even in this dark
even buried in embryos
even as the armagnac covers my head

please please please like it
please like it like it like it
pleaselikeit plik plik plik

my song

stuck in your teeth

Joshua St. Claire is a CPA who works as a financial controller in Pennsylvania. He enjoys writing poetry on coffee breaks and after putting the kids to bed. His work is published in the Inflectionist Review, Blue Unicorn, ubu., and bones, among others, and has received nominations for the Pushcart.