XVII.
You spill out of my bedroom wearing nothing
but an oversized shirt, translucent as a jellyfish,
as your intentions. Buttons loose, glimmering
to be undone. Me, stunned, aching for you
to wrap your tentacles around me. It´s below
zero outside, yet the heat crackling between us
is enough to burn down these walls. This land.
The pot of oysters on my stove, steaming.
Shuck me, you say, and though I don´t understand
the words, I know dinner is a delusion.
by Julie Weiss from Breath Ablaze (Bottlecap Press 2024)
Cover design by Bottlecap Press
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