Steven O. Young Jr
Wishbone; or, The Gravy on Top
Don't
give me
born of suffering.
etween wing and prayer,
all thumbs and apprehension,
the basted remains of
gutted ogee arches
by the bloat of Stove Top
upon destruction of
our green-eyed span
of azure saturnalia,
feverish dreams
broken little forks
the impossibility of
your hope
We are the carnage
picking our way through
broiled flight strokes,
made unsupportive
convenience. We wish
these skeletal keys,
fenced out
locked in
demanding tribute:
once shouldering
our bodies.
Bio
Steven O. Young Jr. is knitted within the Great Lakes' mitten, where he earned an MA from Oakland University and occasionaly slathers soundstages with his body weight's worth of paint. A previous Shot Glass contributor, his latest literary homes include Vita Poetica, Kind Writers, Chrysalism Press, The Louisvile Review, and Querencia Press.