I saw the gods languishing in honeyed sunlight with big tits Happenstance and the flat-chested Fates:
spinning
measuring
cutting
subliminal sublime sunlight slinking into the recesses of that nook buried deep in the bottom corner of the basement of your heart,
illuminating everything you thought you lost when you cashed in your chips for a Disney cruise,
those azure waters holding a city afloat, a fantasy sailing on the surface of my eyes, your favorite swimming pools.
I don’t know how you got broken, don’t like remembering how I did, just remember the ecstasy of those broken parts fitting together like daggers into sheaths, how the light came from within.
Did you see the shadows cast, did you taste the marrow of their hollow bones, obscene skeletons tangoing like they know the echoes of a tangerine being peeled slowly, the skin scrolling away from the crescents of juicy heaven to form an empty globe?
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Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Very witty & exciting writing! Well done Harper!
❤️❤️ Your title and subtitle set up one expectation, but your choice of image made the writing feel entirely fluid. I was struck by the labels placed on women, which you hid behind the Congeries of "spinning, measuring, and cutting." Even after that list, the full weight of the meaning felt like it was still unfolding. It is a brilliant way to handle such a heavy subject.
That last stanza . . .
You had me at “big tits Happenstance and the flat-chested Fates” - I adore your modernization as you tie it to a specific setting. Really wonderful!
I was wondering if this was the film, but no, we descend into the workshop of the fates. Excellent tale