What Direction Now? Life at the intersection…

Syncope Salsa


Syncope salsa, think of me falling off the stage like a raging drunk dancer, prance her, the vixen, round the broken comet, vomiting like in that token song from when my mom was younger, mmm, throw up hunger after spells of illness, spilling dinner out from the inner, then after, spitting acid like a raptor—no, that’s not right, it’s a dilophosaurus but what rhymes with that, cat? (or should I say, bird?)—now either buy sofas or pour us a drink, my dead—oh, how absurd, this learning swerve, slurring silly bulls, chilling with syllogisms, pessimisms, bless-themisms, with panopticism causing schisms in Snoop’s mizzle fizzle brizzle, isn’t that enough already? stuffed and bready, rough outside but riding fine on these here snow tires, no two liars hear the truth in quite the same way, smear the jelly day on your face and steer the youth away from game that only lamely bite back, sack the knight quietly or spend the winter in silent biding, violently hiding out, counting your remaining teeth with the stained tip of your straining tongue, one by one by none, then get thee to an abbey—but would you kindly leave my little sister out of it please, pity these who’ll feel the fire heaved from my fists, or with just one tap, watch lightning zap from my fingers, oho! oh no…derailed by a single player—er, I mean, single-handedly, unplanned, unsuntanned, unmanned but for the manic android sycophants scrambling to stammer out a jewel or two about you and your grueling, brutal butter fetish, even though, in the end, anything’s better than mixing peppers, tomatoes and onions all together only to pass out, face down in the bowl, left cold, sticky, red, and quite literally, breathless.
I smell sex and candy…

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What Direction Now? Life at the intersection…

About Andrew.

Andrew Cartwright grew up in Indianapolis, IN, but has lived over the years in such places as Denver, CO; Fairfax, VA; and Rivne, Ukraine. He is a former nonfiction editor for both Indiana Review and phoebe; he has also worked for the intersectional feminist journal, So To Speak, and the national literary magazine, Electric Literature. His work has appeared in The Normal School Online, Copper Nickel, Esquire Ukraine, Literary Hub, and Word Riot.

For more information about me and links to other writing, visit my author page at cartwriter.com