Day Three

Cavin Bryce Gonzalez

I see water and two
gnats swimming circles
in my glass,
I swallow em

to the family

Feasted on human flesh and was cursed by a sorceress

Iris and pupil blinded

Crawl through mud and pluck snails
from the muck

Scrape them out with my claws then finger them into my mouth

Spread war paint across my blind eyes and skulk down the side walk on all fours

Find a horse never seen before floating in the middle of the Cul De Sac

Burst through the door to find the corpse of several fallen angels

The moon turns blue, leaving forever

God had sent
a plague of
hypodermic locusts

Now why would
he do that

And is it better to let go
or spill blood

Reach into a cloudy sky
and begin fisting the contents
into my mouth with no concern
for the passersby glaring

In heaven I make my mom a breakfast of fruit laced pancakes

Ride through my school on a brisk wind
My friends are waiting at a gate

Tomorrow is Saturday and at this height of my despair
I recall that stumbling is impossible here
Cavin Bryce Gonzalez is the founder of Back Patio Press. He has books out, go read them (but only if you’re cool).