Chasing the Dragon

Thom Yorke’s voice rings like church bells
         and my skin sizzles with the holy-shit fires
               and my brain becomes a mockingbird singing
                     over the church bells
                           and I momentarily forget about the boy
                                 who sparked the flame
                           that orchestrated my current state
                     until I look down at my thumb
               with the hello kitty band-aid
         that covers the flesh chewed raw
   around the nail
         and remember
               that I made him hold the lighter
                     under the foil
                           under the tar
                                 because I fucked up my finger
                           and couldn’t light it myself.
                     Who is this boy?
               He strokes the patch of skin
         on my lower back
   that my shirt fails to cover
         and the warmth inside of me swells
               at the tickle of his fingers
                     even though they’re as cold
               as the porcelain of a toilet
         and it’s at this point
   that I know we love each other
               and that I’ve never known
                     such happiness.

Daryl Sznyter received her MFA in poetry from The New School and her BA in creative writing from Pepperdine University. Previous and forthcoming publications include Word Fountain, Best American Poetry blog, Noble / Gas Qtrly, Bluestem Magazine and anthology Theories of HER. She currently resides in Dunmore, Pennsylvania.

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