I keep dreaming this is all some bad life.
Local greeting: Hi. Lament: Woe to me.
The eclipse confused us. We didn't know how much time passed
or how to communicate this to anyone else.
*
You brought out the worms in me.
And I used to have two good arms for waving goodbye.
I wasn't even supposed to be on that fistfight back to Philadelphia.
I was supposed to be Dracula in a real movie.
*
The first three years aren't separated into months, more like meals.
Possession and marriage are interchangeable.
I am liable to think that this is all Eve's fault.
We're all still here eating the apple, and we really hate apples.
*
The words brains and more-brains are your limitations.
I'm not as lucky. I can relate.
There have been five pictures left in that camera for months now.
This has nothing to do with severed limbs.
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There's no chance for a change in television now.
The smell of rot in this small room is our rightful children.
What an exciting finish to a fulfilling day, a right rented one.
A dulling thud follows me, like this.
32: ZOMBIE 2.0
Poetry Editor Ivy AlvarezReleased 1 April 2010
Index of Poems
Cover Image: Katerina Sakkas
We went back to the future for our thirty-second issue, revisiting ZOMBIE (2003). Why? Well, It was a chance to pay homage to the issue of Cordite with the most braaaiins, so who needs any further excuse?





