Poem with Kennings and Nuka Cola
Reilly Cox
Kaboom my chokehole and I will sing for you.
That is, I am out of caps and need help limping.
Kaboom my chokehole and I will sing for you.
That is, I am out of caps and need help limping.
So much is defined by the shape of our pain.
The scar on my arm where my thumb rubbed through layer after layer of skin.
I learned his patterns, parried his bombs,
got all up in his face, all up in his guts.
If I kept him running, he could never fire.
My favorite apocalypse
happens halfway through
as in, everything comes down
and you’ve got to keep going
the worship / of a songbird / laced into its baby blue / bonnet / of sky // the dead dog / copy-pasted / its same small crooked paws / around this corner / and
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