Day Three

Cavin Bryce Gonzalez

I see water and two

gnats swimming circles

in my glass,

I swallow em

down

welcome,

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).