David Kowalczyk - Hemorrhaging Aboard The F Train

'Spain is also a truth, '
the Blessed Virgin Mary once whispered
in my ear while we were riding the F train,
nearing the Fort Hamilton station.
She was cloaked in blue light.
Her eyes shone like those of
a small shivering jaguar.
The mass of humanity squeezed into
the F train clattered in a Babel of noise,
frenzied prayers to the cannibalistic deities
of their native lands.
Like some drunken goose,
I nibbled on Mary's neck and earlobes.
The Mother of God's
hot and messy heart exploded,
splattering its divine love
across the train and all of its passengers.
The train fell silent.
Staring at what remained of her,
I realized that every man
must one day dream
of his sperm
becoming
the stars in the sky.

David Kowalczyk

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