We both collapse at the same time
and upon awakening into
an uncanny network of live lights,
we see the tightrope
turning into razor wire.
Heavy voltage electricity through
which another new life form
might emerge. A flying guillotine
with flames for hands. A pet
that nobody can handle.
A pinch on the kangaroo pouch
turns a cocoon into a hurricane
which a gorgon with lengthy curls
is spitting into someone else's
hip flask. Broken hip bones
have strength too, but only for
those of us willing to bargain with
what is just outside of our reach.
Love can be hard to believe in
when you keep on losing it,
but listen. Even if you falter,
even if you fall off this tightrope,
I will keep you alive.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and dark red explosions. She is drawn to poetry, abstract visual art, and other forms of expression. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications. You can find out more at www.JulietCook.weebly.com.
j/j hastain is a collaborator, writer and maker of things. j/j performs ceremonial gore. Chasing and courting the animate and potentially enlivening decay that exists between seer and singer, j/j hopes to make the god/dess of stone moan and nod deeply through the waxing and waning seasons of the moon.