by Avra Margariti
My heart buzzes like a feast of lovesick flies over a carcass
My lungs tingle like angels inhaling frankincense
(Bodies and their functions always take a while to realize
Their state of being has changed, as most morticians can attest)
This is eros inverted, eros hanging on by a thread
The way we dangle together like deadweight fruit
The way they’ve made examples of us
All I can say is, seconds before the trap fell open
The wind turned and carried your fear-sweet perfume to my nose
Before my phantom senses abandon me
Before our hanging bodies are cut down and grow cold
I?ll bribe the wind with my last two obols
To blow your hair my way one final time
So that I may feel the thing that touched your cygnine neck
Before the noose ever did
Avra Margariti is a queer Social Work undergrad from Greece. She enjoys storytelling in all its forms and writes about diverse identities and experiences. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Vastarien, Asimov’s, Liminality, Arsenika, and other venues. You can find her on twitter @avramargariti.
