Ice aging
Look
sometimes
I just want to lick
ice cubes
and eat jam
straight from the jar
and not even bother
if the toast is too burnt
we all deserve to be
seen
for what we could
have been
but this is not about
us—
Look
I’m just saying
wouldn’t it be nice
to stuff ourselves full
of cake mix
and unwashed grapes
and pretend
the last ice age
never happened
so that when we go
outside
the world looks as rugged
as it feels when I hold it
in my mouth
unable to swallow
it
down.
Carl Alexandersson (he/him) is a queer writer and performance poet. He is currently pursuing his undergraduate degree in English Language and Literature at the University of Edinburgh, Scotland. His work has been published in Impossible Archetype, Capsule Stories, Nightingale & Sparrow, and more.