Apologies for my AWOOGA AWOOGA Pinocchio eyes—
for the train chime, Koel birdsong that signaled
as I flattened my skull with a mace-sized mallet.
Pavarotti’s Figaro butterfly-swarmed my stomach
when I was apple-bitten by your sunshade yellow.
My teeth’s nervous chatter like whale phalanges echoing
against bonnet water.
How about a ski date down a hill of salt and baking soda
into a mouse museum of festival tree feathers?
Maybe I’ll play dead—get spruceboard-stiff as my tail points
into a flag, then you can pluck me up like an hor d’oeuvre.
You can be the cat playing with her food. I can snuggle up
near your corn stalk tonsils.
It’s wabbit season and—for you—I’d gladly bunnybounce
from a wartwood hole.
Gladly sprout my dusty dung beetle wings resembling
mosaic floors and migrate past your acorn tundra.
Not to be too forward, but the pumpkinfur scent of your carotenoid
and anthocyanin lured me here: lullaby siren for a crisp harvest.
here
My feet ft. away from a cliff’s edge; invisible ground
of grass to ruffle my toes between just before
I remember my cue to plummet. Fall into naughty foliage.
About the Author Martheaus Perkins is pursuing an MFA at George Mason University. He is an emerging Black writer and can be found on Instagram @mark__perkins. About the Artist Viggo Krejberg is a 21 Year Old Chicago based Artist and Animator. He attributes his work to being heavily inspired by artists such as Junji Ito, Bryan Lee O'Malley, and Ian Worthington. Updates on his art & current projects can be found on his Twitter @VKrejberg.
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