unearth the remains of ancestors
with cares folded up and bestowed
like an estate upon the living. call
me when you’ve got a skull. when
you’ve found the perfect, round, grin
ning skull. send me a pic of the skull.
send me a voice memo of femurs
drumming on ribs. is that it, really?
it’s not like marimbas at all. just like
a toddler running with a clicking
wooden alligator on a string.
sell me something.
i’m looking to be sold to,
you don’t have anything?
a Dirt Devil handheld vacuum?
an Animal Crossing themed 3ds xl?
a pack of green apple
flavored trident layers?
i’ll post on facebook
asking everyone to sell
to me if you won’t do it.
sell to me,
sell me something sexy.
(a venus figurine dug
up in Moravia in 1925?)
i’m buying! can’t you see
i’m buying god-dammit!
so are you gonna sell
or am i wasting my time here?
just take my money.
take it and give me anything
you can give me.
Does it work for everyone if
my childhood dog Dobie
i’m not going to get it checked.
not because i’m afraid to know,
but because of how sweet
the time will be between the bite
and the disease.
for me to love
and still be ok
Graham W. Henderson published his first story collection, Hendrix the Worm and Other Stories in October. He graduated from Loyola University Chicago in 2013, and writes and performs sketch and improv comedy with the Chicago troupe Scantron.