HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
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waiting, simmering, forehead beading<br />
like a shattered mercury thermometer.<br />
Sometimes she needs a cold compress.<br />
Sometimes she needs smelling salts.<br />
The way she wrings her wan hands and laments<br />
and then suddenly goes limp;<br />
attenuated fingers dangling.<br />
The way she poses as a mannikin,<br />
then attacks. Tears out her hair<br />
& it was a wig & a small swarm<br />
of silverfish scurry.<br />
Sometimes she unclasps her spoony bracelets to display<br />
the stale stage blood congealing on her wrists.<br />
Oh those mercurial wrists.<br />
Oh those swoony hissyfits.<br />
Oh that hysterical uterus<br />
must be sedated.<br />
The way if you licked her inner thighs,<br />
you would taste the seams<br />
of vintage wallpaper, yellow<br />
& ornate & feverish.<br />
Rotting glue<br />
dissolving on the tongue<br />
like a foetid kiss.<br />
The way she doles out another luxuriant spoonful<br />
of her mesmerizing nostrum.<br />
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