Red thoughts thick with a steamghost sizzle
Prego bubble bursts in time
with stovetop midnights. We stuck
our heads & hands in drive
-through holes in hopes
in gas-stove smoke alight
in summer-houses, made of helium
we are laughter over flame. Melt
into sand between her sofa-cracks
a cherry bowl amid our legs.
Return to red, or so it seems: one single bowl
of suckled pits.
Sarah Cavar is a PhD student, writer, and critically Mad transgender-about-town, and serves as Managing Editor at Stone of Madness Press. Author of two chapbooks, A HOLE WALKED IN (Sword & Kettle Press) and THE DREAM JOURNALS (giallo lit), they have also had work in Bitch Magazine, Electric Literature, The Offing, Luna Luna Magazine, Superstition Review, and elsewhere. Cavar navel-gazes at cavar.club and tweets @cavarsarah.