“Horror Movie Where We Survive,” a Poem by Maya Salameh
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you waltz through the bouquet of zombies
outside the Albertson’s, skip pristine
sneakers over frankenstein feet. the dead
woman’s gown is hissing, but it doesn’t
matter. whatever happens next the annals
will conjugate. wear your most expensive
shoes, the dress with the long slit that makes
you feel like a good omen, bring the
locket full of teeth. scrawl the obituary in spit.
grief is like nicotine, it’s a practice,
& despite the haunting, despite the history,
you reek of fever & lotus r
outside the Albertson’s, skip pristine
sneakers over frankenstein feet. the dead
woman’s gown is hissing, but it doesn’t
matter. whatever happens next the annals
will conjugate. wear your most expensive
shoes, the dress with the long slit that makes
you feel like a good omen, bring the
locket full of teeth. scrawl the obituary in spit.
grief is like nicotine, it’s a practice,
& despite the haunting, despite the history,
you reek of fever & lotus r
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