andrew’s felinesque demise
by Catherine Matthews
legs splayed as dislocated wings,
barbed penis unsheathed, careful climax sharpened to screamed
red tufted feathers spitting
from between blue beak, slightly parted, paper thin,
This year I decided to do something different for my birthday; I decided to celebrate my death. The end result was an incredible evening of poetry, song, storytelling, drawing, conceptual art, chocolate cake, laughter and a whole lot of love. Over the next several weeks I will be posting the results.