Elysium Literary and Arts Magazine 2011

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Divine Wreckage

Rebecca Raskin

I watched the news for the first time in weeks.

of grease. I have stopped eating. I can feel

Then I ripped up all my poetry. I set it on

my stomach acid corrode my insides. I am

fire and tossed the ashes out the window,

pure. I am cleaner than you. Cleanliness is

watching as the wet air carried them to a

next to godliness. I have begun to bathe in

new home. Adoption, but more efficient.

ammonia. Sometimes I brush my teeth with Clorox. Make the choppers nice and shiny.

A butterfly caught fire. It flew too close to one

I am going to eat your heart when I finally

of the tiny tea lamp candles that rest on the

stop fasting.

dining room table. Spread erratically among yellowing papers and books with footnotes

I have made a list of everything I am sick

that don’t actually have any meaning. The

of reading about. Love is the first through

butterfly went from solid to ashes to dust

fifth item on the list. Dating is for those who

in the wind created by the fan in under 3.5

aren’t comfortable with silence. Thank you

seconds. I gathered as much of the leftovers

very much, I like it right here. In my mess.

as I could and buried it in your orchids. I hope

My mess coagulates around me; it is nice

you don’t mind. They were dying anyway,

and safe as long as you don’t poke yourself

and dead things belong with dead things.

with any of the rusty saws I like to keep in

This is all so the living can move on.

between the couch cushions. We do not give free tetanus shots. Go find a country with

I have spent the last three hours lying on

Medicare and leave me alone.

the floor, staring at the ceiling. Solace will not be offered to those with clean criminal

I have evicted the cockroaches from my

records. Blood, blood everywhere and not

bathroom with two gallons of Clorox and a

a drop to drink. Oh woe is me; we are all

bottle of Raid. Who said mixing chemicals

just one huge Shakespearean tragedy. I will

was a bad thing?

spend half my life not making sense anyway, why start now? Sjnfcj. We’re all going to die of heart clots. There is nothing healthy on TV and even the air is full

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