May 22, 2017
by Bernadette McComish
Prometheus didn’t see
and when she was
gone, every other night he welcomed
whisky vultures to help his liver
Easy to say she knew what she was doing,
for opening. Even
with all the gifts
of the gods she could not know.
April 8, 2017
Artemis will not get you laid
no matter how much scotch on the rocks
you leave half full on her altar.
The risk reward ratio
for walking in on her in the tub
is a limb torn per breast, and entrails
splayed for a peep between navel and thigh.
Her mood is like the moon.