ISSUE V
Edison Hicks
A Letter to [OLD GOD]
I hope this letter finds you in [BLUE BOXER-BRIEFS] and [SOMEONE’S MEMORY]. I’ve been tending to my [BROKEN VERTEBRAE] ever since the day you gave me [CROQUET MALLETS]. My favorite [BLOTCH] is easily the [PITCH BLACK FISSURE] that grows right next to the [LACERATION]. Are you still working at the [FOOT OF THE THRONE]? I know you were lined up for a [QUICK JAB] that you really wanted. Personally, I’m doing [LIVING], walking through the [SEWER] to get some fresh [QUALIA]. I [SMEAR RED LIPSTICK] and [KISS SHIT], like we used to do.
I [OBLITERATE] you, and I [CONSUME VISCERA] sometimes because of it. I wish I could run my [PAPERCRAFT LEGS] through [THE WATERY NIGHT], look into your [VIRTUES], and tell you that [MY MOTHER] [FORGETS] you. I think back to our first [DAY ON THE JOB], when you [BREAKDANCED [YOUR] PANTS OFF] in the road and I had to [SMACK] you up[SIDE THE HEAD] before you got hurt. I think we got [TRASH IN] the [GUITAR CASE] right after.
Do you remember when we went [DAYTIME STARGAZING]? We laid on the [PILE OF PALLETS] and stared at [EVERYTHING BUT EACH OTHER]. I found [INVASIVE SPECIES OF WEEVILS] and the [BLOWHOLES] they [BURGEONED] from but you couldn’t identify a single [MOTHERFUCKER]. Even with [A CHEF’S GUIDE] to [NEW JERSEY], you were lost. I brewed up some [CYANIDE] tea while you cooked [NOTHING].
I’m sorry I never said [I’M SORRY I NEVER SAID [ ]]. I [SAID] [NEVER] but you wanted [YES] [NOW]. I know we needed some [THING] and I never [CEMENTED] the [GAP BETWEEN] my [DESIRE] and [MY SAFETY] that [HE KNIFED]. Maybe we just need one more [GRIPPING MY WAIST HAIR IN MY FACE] or something like that. I don’t know. I [DON’T KNOW] [I DON’T [YES]] [I ONLY [NO]] [I KNOW ONLY HIM] [[ONLY] HIM] [ONLY HIS] ex-boyfriend, but I still [REMEMBER EVERYTHING]. [[REMEMBER] THE CLEAVE OF HIS HANDS PARTING [ME] INTO THREE FLESHLESS STRIPS] [REMEMBER HIS GLOVES AND THE FRICTION OF LEATHER] [REMEMBER THE [TRIGONOMETRY] OF HIS [OPEN MIND] WHEN HE [COMPRESSED ME] INTO [A [SELFISH] MEMORY]]
[[FLAG] AT 3/8THS MAST [[BLUETOOTH] [CLIFF-JUMPING]]] [I PULLED [THE ROPE] UNTIL MY HANDS SLICKED WITH [SWEAT]] [SWING ME AROUND LIKE A [COMPLETELY NORMAL] DOLL] [A CHASTE PLAYTHING] [SAME [BENCH] ON A [TRAIN BACK HOME] SO I’M FORCED TO [LOOK AT] EACH [HIM]] [I EMBRACED [EMBRACING HIM] LIKE [IRREFUTABLE] PROOF OF [PROVIDENCE]] [ I WISH HE [CHASTE] ME ON THE BRIDGE AT NIGHT] [BUT HE [CHASED] ME IS THE [KIND] WAY OF SAYING IT] [IT’S WHAT HE] I
[ ] you.
Sincerely,
[[OLD] [BLOW][HOLE]]
Edison Hicks (he/they) is a student in poetry currently attending Bennington College. When he isn’t writing or revising, he can be found listening to music, painting his nails, or spending time with his siblings back home in New Jersey. Their work focuses on personal relationships and formative experiences, queer trauma, and family through the lens of memory.