“Voicemail #47”

“Voicemail #47” by Quentin Felton

don’t expect rings to bind when bands are black holes when galaxies of monogamy empty themselves into cosmic veins his vows vexed at the knee be my slaughterhousehusband a daddy dedicated to devotion fathers deny in fear of the sons they’ve always had our mothers lending silk pant-suits from divorce settlements family matters coaxed in champagne should we serve chicken or steak or mackerel marmalade at the reception all the men i’ve fucked live-streaming from the parking lot anyway just checking to see if love’s been buried if you’d flower girl the funeral

Image by Kate McGorry