HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
HORRIFIC CONFECTION by Juliet Cook - BlazeVOX
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Fete<br />
White wafers shimmy in this heat.<br />
Blue snow cone stain between the legs<br />
of my first communion dress. I saved<br />
these spiders in a chalice. I saved<br />
this writhing handful of maggots in a ba<strong>by</strong> food jar.<br />
I didn’t save the fizz from my soda pop.<br />
It’s a shimmer of dark red residuum in a glass bottle.<br />
It’s a sticky syrup between these fingers.<br />
My hands are webbed. If I pull<br />
up my dress, the pale skin is crawling<br />
with a new breed of hirsute tattoos.<br />
Beneath that, the flesh is not flesh.<br />
It’s rubber on bone bound to wild<br />
chicken wire. It’s raw funnel cake.<br />
I pilfered my latest husband from the wax museum.<br />
I brushed his stiff handlebar moustache.<br />
I posed him for our holy card tete a tete.<br />
I pried out his tongue and placed a spider<br />
like it was a host. We kissed in the burnt out ferris wheel.<br />
His hands were all over me. Dry ice plumed out my mouth.<br />
First his lips were froze, then he melted between my thighs.<br />
We made a ba<strong>by</strong>, paddling sweetly in its formaldehyde jar.<br />
Its little flippers will burst into flame flickers the first time<br />
it burbles my name. My burning spawn. My changeling.<br />
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