Bones as mere decor.
Stored in metallic ink, each
morning, waking without a comparison point, folded into
a cast-iron pot, fragrant with
cumin, and ripe with profane
adverbs, in the unvaccinated catacombs of Domitilla.
George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, The Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The Atlantic, Havana Times, South China Morning Post, The Buffalo News, and more.
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