Lover of Demons
who meant to write lover of lemons,
now has to field so many messages, coming in all portals
it’s been a nightmare in the sense she has lost control
of her own story but is also responsible for creating it.
Look, these demons do not mince words,
they’re aggressive, entitled, awake at all hours,
aggrieved when they don’t get receipts
of their ghastly nether region pics.
And what happened to the yellow fruit she loved?
It’s been forced into the convent for symbols.
There it hangs like a mournful tumescent planet
far out of reach. One letter. One letter.
now has to field so many messages, coming in all portals
it’s been a nightmare in the sense she has lost control
of her own story but is also responsible for creating it.
Look, these demons do not mince words,
they’re aggressive, entitled, awake at all hours,
aggrieved when they don’t get receipts
of their ghastly nether region pics.
And what happened to the yellow fruit she loved?
It’s been forced into the convent for symbols.
There it hangs like a mournful tumescent planet
far out of reach. One letter. One letter.
Merridawn Duckler is a writer from Portland, Oregon, author of INTERSTATE, dancing girl press and IDIOM, winner of the Washburn prize. Recent work in Ninth Letter, Seneca Review, Emry’s Journal, Mid-American Review. Fellowships/awards include Yaddo, Southampton Poetry Conference, Poets on the Coast. She’s an editor at Narrative and at the philosophy journal Evental Aesthetics.
Art: Molly Dunham