by Eric Subpar
If I were a mechanic, my preferred
euphemism for masturbation would be
cranking my hog.
If I were a high priestess, I'd hold
my enemies' skulls with the tips
of my fingers, never letting them
reach my palm, out of caution.
As a high priestess, I'd understand that
each role within the city-state came with
its own set of rituals and superstitions,
and as the high
priestess it was my role to adorn each ritual
with meaning. I'd be tapped into
the great parody of truth,
and it would make me seem holy.
But I'm not a priestess, nor a mechanic,
I'm just a guy, dude
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Eric Subpar (@EricSubpar) is a poet from Washington State whose work has appeared in Hobart, Bruiser, and X-R-A-Y. His debut novel, GHOULS IN LOVE, is forthcoming from Pig Roast.