Myth
The billionaire becomes a balloon. The trillionaire is eaten on live tv. The weapon ends world hunger but also ends everyone without a certain type of ear. We escape unscathed. Who am I kidding? We’re not saved. We’re in the rubble. We’re in the muffled chimney. This is only winning if you look at the stars.
Unhurried Surgery
Scalpel. Deadbolt. Chainsaw . Monkey wrench.
The waiting room was being fumigated.
The ancient doctor would never be done.
3×3
Inside of a large trench coat, three children balance as man. They sit down for dinner. The sole visible skull orders three bowls of soup. When no one is looking, they break from the coat and with quickness slurp. Finished, they return to the coat and resemble a man. The waiter is impressed with this man, taking away the three empty bowls. When the waiter’s shift is over, he turns back into three children, splitting a cigarette, sifting through tips.
Benjamin Niespodziany is a Chicago-based writer. His debut poetry collection was released last year through Okay Donkey and his novella of stage plays is out now with X-R-A-Y. You can find more at neonpajamas.com.
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