after Aimee Nezhukamatathil
“As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust, First Part
when you encounter the devil,
when you survive it;
you have to let it die
somewhere in you it will rot
things may grow
wrong things may grow,
too, if you water them
things will eat their way out
of you things that crawl
out of your mouth and head first
to your truest love
when you encounter the devil;
pull the death card, peer into
its flowers they too come
from the decompose
they decompose you, they feed
they lurch, they petal your cheek
they carve or caress;
it’s up to you
when you encounter the devil,
it’s up to you;
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S. Fey (they/he) is a Trans writer living in LA. Currently, they are the poetry editor at Hooligan Magazine and co-creative director at Rock Pocket Productions. Their debut poetry collection, decompose, is out with Not a Cult Media. His work has appeared in American Poetry Review, Poet Lore, The Sonora Review, and others. They love to beat their friends at Mario Party. Find them online @sfeycreates.
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image: Lindsay Hargrave
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