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she speaks in
idyllic signature efficiency,
in mustard crusts
across a garden
snipped for comfort

cultivating apocalyptic luxury
our gravitating general
(maximized + maniacal)
sprouted blond dishwater w/
fuzzy pom-pom instincts
(domestic icon)
in a cocoon of pleasure
like a modern dissertation
of longevity

rigorously mulling the
spicy pretties cooking
baklava, astonishing interests
infiltrated the benedictine’s
pleasures in mo(u)rning

she had a winged-
quirky hive light up giggle
that wandered thru the
decrepit mansion,
swiveling in roasted probes
speculating a highly
romantical twist



charming year overstuffed w/
light + ceramic aspirations
she was a houseplant
puppeteer, a stuffed
drastic rat
wincing in the fruit trap
(blood realities)

stereotypical dead mirror
walk thru,
industry enthusiasm as modern
slightly aspirational fantasy
(weird science)

sunlit night multicolored +
hand dipped
flexible scratches
wound themselves across
fluffy dream pool
flowers, dampened by
midafternoon splashes


sara matson’s writing can be found or is forthcoming in The Journal Petra, Dying Dahlia Review, Meow Meow Pow Pow, Rabid Oak, Mannequin Haus, Awkward Mermaid, Soft Cartel, Dream Pop Press, and elsewhere. her chapbook, electric grandma, is coming in 2019 from Vessel Press. sara lives in Chicago with her rad husband + cats, and tweets as @skeletorwrites