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Tyler Nova

Grey Swan Song

 

Black-feathered factory girl,

Whisper from martini glass,

Giggle from booth shadow,

Smile reflected in shine of chrome-

 

Glide on coconut oil over skin and sink in,

Turn hair Harlow gold,

Weigh shoulder down with faux-luxe faux fur-

 

Clap-stab blood glitches piss on white self-deception:

Expired meat in a bustling market makes everyone sick, so waste it,

Throw out a mouldering carcass in cocktail-hour Calvin Klein

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Dedicated to Saint Jennifer, Patron of Righteous Revenge, in memory of her too-human sister

 

Cassandra in silver,

Glitch and fade through sick pink ice:

Battered Wuornos twin stripped bare,

Pulsate and glitter at 3 am when

Trouble throbs under Hemera’s skin and

Worlds untold open, and the world told opens too!

City-lover tells secrets,

Catching in rats’-nest wig,

Poker-melt red nimbus warns-

Eating orchids at bottles-and-models parties,

Fashion-Week outsider, scry silence-cell window and wonder at

Denouement escape-

Dirt

Vomit blowjobs

Scream in ecstasy while they watch and splash a cupful of urine at turned back,

In floor-dirt

Little-girl animal headboard to a

Stained mattress-

 

Snowfall-

Static-

Hush.

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 Tyler Nova is a strange alien-faerie-vampire being who roams the streets of Minneapolis when most mortals are asleep. They’re also a geek-of-all-trades with an MFA in writing and literary theory and a BA in anthropology and French. You might spot them at the Trylon Cinema’s All-Night Horrorthon or haunting a hole-in-the-wall pho restaurant. This is their first online publication, but stay tuned for their writing workshops at the Minneapolis Central Library this fall!

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