The Ribcage Is Asked By Its Latest Lover How It Gets Around
You try your best to remain upright when in a new bedroom,
but it slows you down. Your latest lover gives you permission
to be yourself, so you skitter instead of hop, your tips click
and clack on his hardwood floor. When you and him finish,
he falls asleep and you watch the nightmare gnarl his smile.
Your latest lover wakes up an hour later and you ask him
what he was dreaming and he says giving birth
to skeletal wolves. He describes how they escaped:
chewing him from the inside, the cubs feeding from
the gore of what’s left; you know he’ll never call again.
J. Bradley is the author of The Adventures of Jesus Christ, Boy Detective (Pelekinesis, 2016) and the Yelp review prose poem collection Pick How You Revise A Memory (Robocup Press, 2016). He lives at jbradleywrites.com.