Sexual Chemistry at the End of the World
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I believe you when you say
the ocean must groan as its body temp climbs in a slithering high
or when you tell me
the redwood undergrowth is being removed so we all will burn alive
and I shudder my whole body when your hands
scoop graveyard dirt back to where it lay before hurricane season arrived
yes I bite my lip as you
map which island cluster will be buried underwater before we can ever visit
so please keep using your tongue to
taste the dead fish that float like soap scum over local estuaries
and whisper softly that
every plague is a recipe our parents taught us to cook from scratch
because before long both of our bodies
will be a memory within a memory a footprint trapped in amber
and that’s its own kind of love, isn’t it?
Telling the painful truths?
Daniel Brennan (he/him) is a queer writer and coffee devotee from New York, whose apartment has run out of space for books. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize + Best of the Net, and has appeared in numerous publications, including The Penn Review, Sky Island Journal, and ONE ART. He can be found on Twitter and Instagram: @dannyjbrennan
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