Have a good day at work honey, sorry for my deadness

Hush

It’s dark down here and oh so cold

Zombie Worms chew me blindly

Hag Fish and Sea Snails live off the white brick of my bone

 

Sad Eyes you look at me with hunger

you and the dogs would eat the fat of me

But I’m tired

let me settle

under the ice

the withering glaciers

to survive the depths one must carry a tiny fire inside

one must light their own way

In this pickle jar

I am still

under swell under salt

my vertebrae scattered

my building blocks

your stepping stones

I once swam fast made rich milk for my son

Now I’m all clammed up

the beast at the bottom

I lay for centuries

Ice cubes in your deep freeze

I will still be here

when you are all gone.

Cassandra Dallett occupies Oakland, CA. Cassandra writes of a counter culture childhood in Vermont and her ongoing adolescence in the San Francisco Bay Area. She has published in Slip Stream, Sparkle and Blink, Hip Mama, Bleed Me A River, Criminal Class Review, Enizagam among many others. Look for links and chapbooks on cassandradallett.com