by Claire Rychlewski
Writing my body horror poetry
for all the cowboys
who want to try me on
Pretty little skinsuit
with holes dripping
My cowboy wears me to the Met Gala
wet and dark
inside my rib cage
Two fingers in my lungs,
thumb in my liver
There’s a difference between greedy
and all-consuming
Being a boa constrictor’s lunch
and liking it
When eating
turns into sloughing
You couldn’t choke down
my undivided devotion
I’m not so sure
I want yours
about the author
Claire Rychlewski is a writer living in Chicago. Her work has appeared in The Portland Review, MoonPark Review, blush lit and Hot Pink Mag, among other publications. Her chapbook, BORN TO ROT, was published in 2022 by Bottlecap Press.