by j/j hasten & Juliet Cook
1.
Convex to concave like a soft con
and pills forced inside her:
a slap stick comedy
involving an overdose of
hair and inertia.
“How can you overdose on inertia?”
Someone is shouting
from the black box,
trying to make themselves more
known. Then he starts throwing
pills in front of the camera.
Then he throws a wet bath towel
into a front row audience member’s face.
Then the actress who was
overdosed starts convulsing
and throws up.
Take two. Let’s try that again–
“Folks this will be an indefinite intermission”.
2.
Behind the scenes, lace and laxative
feel the same on a body on a
portal siphoned into open mouths.
Just close your mouth already! You can’t
shout with that discolored tongue
growing into a disco ball
crashing down from the ceiling.
You can’t go forward
when all of the city’s lights have turned
red. Are you real?
3.
A sunspot just descended
upon your garden. I thought
I heard something break. I broke
up with whatever is not
land. I ripped the trellises away
from the misshapen garden gnomes.
They started flying in every which way direction–
Home full of poison glands and biting tongues.
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.
Juliet Cook is a grotesque glitter witch medusa hybrid brimming with black, grey, silver, purple, and red explosions. Her poetry has appeared in a peculiar multitude of literary publications, recently including FLAPPERHOUSE, Ghost Proposal, H_NGM_N, ILK, and Menacing Hedge. You can find out more at http://www.JulietCook.weebly.com.
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