Jill Mceldowney is an MFA candidate at Western Michigan University. Previous work has appeared in Corium, Ghost Town, Foothill, and Vinyl.
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the first boy I fucked was prison yard pretty,
took me down for the camera mid Crucifixion —
strawberry & formaldehyde all ironish blood
every sin feels the same in the dark—
right there.
right there.
let it be known: I took a Man & made Him God
the Father, Son, Holy Ghost
armed with a videophone, lie me so lush—
“Do you like that, like that?”
first bodies teach you to tell fortunes &
you used to be God’s favorite, a quiet thing,
you disguised yourself as shelter
turned me over in my sleep,
divined me in filth music & a blood duty.
I am discarded
when the phone rings.
overnight he is famous.