Recently, I put out a prompt for disturbing holiday on-the-spot poetry and images. I wanted Thanksgiving dinners with people eating each other. Christmas with a vampiric Santa Claus. A menorah that holds candles and bloody fingers. You dig? I’m thankful for my friends who’ve accepted the oddity that is my personality, and have participated in my borderline-sinister request.
An on-the-spot poem about Thanksgiving
Back home for Thanksgiving break:
we crunch leaves
chase away dreams
of college time cigarettes.
As a family, we eat each other
Yelling silently in breaths
Drink sips of secrets,
Search around in each other’s carcasses,
Break apart at the wish bone
|Suit (c) 2010 Anton Voytenkov|