One Poem
by Joey Wańczyk
Carrion Kiss
The moon was sharp-edged
pointing opposite of heaven.
A storm blowing from paradise
moved across the greying sky.
I have kissed my best friend—
my lips like carrion
to him. My tongue
a maggot in my mouth.
A flood of saliva—cascading
river—through the gaps
in my teeth, the gap between
our battling mouths.
Joey Wańczyk is a poet and writer based in Bloomington, Indiana. His writing has appeared in The Shore, Atwood Magazine, and Hello Mr. Magazine.