Have a good day at work honey, sorry for my deadness
Hush
It’s dark down here and oh so cold
Zombie Worms chew me blindly
Hag Fish and Sea Snails live off the white brick of my bone
Sad Eyes you look at me with hunger
you and the dogs would eat the fat of me
But I’m tired
let me settle
under the ice
the withering glaciers
to survive the depths one must carry a tiny fire inside
one must light their own way
In this pickle jar
I am still
under swell under salt
my vertebrae scattered
my building blocks
your stepping stones
I once swam fast made rich milk for my son
Now I’m all clammed up
the beast at the bottom
I lay for centuries
Ice cubes in your deep freeze
I will still be here
when you are all gone.
Cassandra Dallett occupies Oakland, CA. Cassandra writes of a counter culture childhood in Vermont and her ongoing adolescence in the San Francisco Bay Area. She has published in Slip Stream, Sparkle and Blink, Hip Mama, Bleed Me A River, Criminal Class Review, Enizagam among many others. Look for links and chapbooks on cassandradallett.com
