Bullshit Lit

Over the hill they’re building a pyre, a preference for ceremony, but here we are digging a hole to see what fits: three bones from your strong side and one earring, a body small upon the world. A soul large upon the afterlife. When I die I want to be buried with a coin for Charon, just in case. In fact, bury me with a whole sack of tokens that I can scatter across the shores of Styx – all these lost souls, has no one down here invented the MTA, come on, let’s get these fuckers across.

Sticky-slick dog vomit squishes up warm between my toes, and I would think the sun-hot asphalt in this snarled intersection was an odd place for dog puke, were I thinking of anything other than my love’s body strapped inert onto that orange plastic board, his head wrapped bloody in those foam-rubber chocks, the paramedics counting out their lift and swinging him deadweight onto their lowered gurney.

PRE-ORDER Clem Flowers's latest chapbook, 'TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS.' Ships out late August 2022. 46 pages. Includes link to a very cool playlist.