By El Bentivegna
what a horrible gift, all these eyes
and teeth. i am sick of being strong.
i am sick. my brother who was never
born would probably have been a
minotaur. i want to sing a song
about him but the lines get tangled
in my throat. sailors have tried
to catch me and i eat them
whole. it is my birthright to be so
unholy, so corrupted. you’ll find me
in the labyrinth. my brother is coming
soon. together we will pull the hooks
from my lips, thread the holes with copper
and fairy lights. i’ll smile for you and
you’ll be blinded by the whites of my
teeth. come closer. come closer.