Sunday, December 29, 2024

Pillows Stabbed on Ladders [three poems], by Benjamin Niespodziany

 

Ask Your Doctor if GodBog is Right for You

 

Ask your doctor if GodBog is right for you! From the disruptive and presumptive pharmaceutical company who brought you DogBog comes GodBog, a mildew infused womb tune-up that will have your bod looking like a bog in no time. Lily pads are add-ons, but the moss will gather naturally. As will the lichen. As will the witch and the wish. Throw some God into the sauce and become something more than human. A bog sedan, lapped in vines and twine and turtles. A world of frogs. A bog for gods.

 

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Waxing Luxury

 

 

The lemon

is sliced
in half
by

a doll heel.

It stains

the sedan.

We clap

like

nothing else.

 

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Minced Meat Instincts

 

 

Betty forgets the phone. Debby asks for painkillers. They deliver, by accident, a graph. They deliver, they're sorry, a nun. Dark shark bites turn to blue bruises. The perfume is accused of smelling too much like a spy. The titan forgets its weather map in the car. The lot is on the other side of the kite store. Dear cerebral beekeeper: eat more corn.

 

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Benjamin Niespodziany is a Chicago-based writer whose work has appeared in Indiana Review, BOOTH, Fence, Bennington Review, Conduit, and elsewhere. His debut poetry collection was released in 2022 through Okay Donkey and his novella of connected microfictions is out now with X-R-A-Y. You can find more at neonpajamas.com.

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