Tag: Grotesque sweetness

WhoppersI keep the malted milk orbnestled inside my cheek,waiting for the next film cut—this Hershey-forged planet,slowly spinning toward legend,its lacquered chocolate shellwhispering to my molars,then sliding past my throat,down the cathedral of my gut,until my bowels, reverent and ready,release the myth in a soft, brown comet.I was watching—Odysseus Rex: The Iliad Reckoning—the inferior parody of…