Poem by Jarrett Knox


 

autopsy performed by latte sippers

It’s as if my eyes would have given you the cancer
that I had in my ego from all the times you’ve left my glance
unreturned.
I would have paid for this coffee in engagement ring money
If I could realize that you only got worked up by
Benjamin, Hamilton, and 16 digit numbers.
But I can’t see that;
all I know is that your hair is voluminous and bouncing,
and the elegant purple shades on your face
and those blood red pursed lips make me want to
pick you up and fuck you.
But I make contact with your ovaries more often than your heart,
because you don’t love me,
and as I sit here, looking at you,
eyes wide, begging for your eyes,
like they were the oxygen I lacked in my lungs,
everyone but me can see
that its stage four.

 

Artwork © Sally Deskins

Artwork © Sally Deskins

Jarrett Knox is a student of Electrical Engineering at Wentworth Institute of Technology in Boston, Massachusetts. He is a thespian, musician, and now aspiring poet.

Sally Deskins is an artist and writer focusing on perspectives of women including her own. She’s been published internationally and exhibited nationally and has curated several exhibitions and books.

 

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