hagging out by Allister Nelson
I REVEL IN UGLY.
The nipple hair, lurch
of belly apron, sag of
milk mound, pierce of
straw blush thatch over
tired pubis.
29, 29, 29, 32.
Years a jagged edge a pustule
creep, Kiss of Death, Grim’s Secret
Sauce, yank the Reaper’s Bone,
dress your putrid bones and Rubenesque
flesh in unflattering dresses, smear
the war flag pigment on pig face.
The years a yawning maw. Clamoring
call of open grave, worm teeth to tear
apart that stray gray, you will become
Mother, become Death,
it’s hag out
hag out, witch out,
Bony-Legged
Baba Yaga
time.