Saturn: A New Look at An Old Devil

Author’s Note: The title is supposed to be “Saturn: A New Look at an Old Devil

His amber rings glisten through
the crack in the trapdoor.

Quiet deaths &
desperate echoes

sound in our globular
oubliette. Saturn is

(y)our father,
he is not mine.

He punishes you by smashing open
& pouring out that bag of powder

the one that you planned
to eat for breakfast.

This inner adult screams
into your virgin ears

that are lining up
the summer snow in

bathroom stalls.
I need this. I need you,

speaks your seductive susurrus
at times held,

behind the lip,
between the gums.

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