"Abdomen Cadabra" by Alexandra Munck

Abdomen Cadabra

hey nonny
hey nonny 

got something for you my little beebee gee-yul — it’s a good marriage — sugar & butter — densensensendescended from my own genetic material my own fat cooked hot all smeary & popping — oh you will like it — all around your mouth on your hands & in you such nourishing grease — then I will watch you run out back — roll in grass — plover calling you by its nest — pullover pulled off so your arms can be fresh — tiny paleall hairs tingling oh teasing oh sunlight — cut grass joining them — you are as good as a truffle rolled in pistachio — my good beautiful girl

hey nonny
hey nonny 

love me up a coke honey — sand weed water degrading hot black top — come to me under the um shuntsun brella & let your tummy out — lovebugs baking — then we dash in & get our heads wet — cold penetrates our ears to the brain — winter is stored in Lake Michigan — we sample it — funnumb — diamond sun — caster sugar sand makes me think of — cards on damp folding tables & beer here in the stifled shadows of the porch — where we are the queens of tarts — sand sprinkled on our hair — our shoulders

hey nonny
hey 

I wish I could put down my phone sometimes but I’m not desensitized — the world makes a pretty frame for nytimes & buzzfeed — I already know — this house is on a busy street & the cars scare me — passing fast — liscensensured all those lines they had to stand in to pass gas around town — jesus the bloat — take me to my dark bedroom in the back — ok I think I’m cooking — lie me down a while & see what happens — as the world turns to neutrals — & colder weather

hey no

bone windy in this — howl of a place — how long have you been clinging to my back in our nest in the dark — my little pill — I have been drinking exhaust — making my insides raw black gateau — love me & keep me — tell me stories — about santa on vacation — ice melting into cold rivulets — hard things going soft — it can’t all be easy pain — someday my life will be reclaimed as a radical work — in spring when my girl comes out

Alexandra Munck

Alexandra Munck has filleted walleye on an island in Canada, hiked down a gorge in Greece, and gotten lost in a car park in Nottingham. She writes poetry and speculative fiction from her home in Illinois. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Lackington's, Three-Lobed Burning Eye, Sweet Tree Review, and Glintmoon.

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