Jon Riccio

We Say Hivemind, Negate the Honey


I watch Clash of the Titans with half my sight.

A yellowjacket colony upends the porch, Michelob


bouts from the couple upstairs, shouts louder

than the vulture thundering my chestnut VHS.


The lead’s married to a Real Housewife now, the

one who took a bee planetoid to her lips and told


them to venom the flesh. We say hivemind

thinking crowdsource.

My visual field exam came back: left eye 50/100,

right 67, depth nectar drained.


                                  When the movie’s Kraken

goes from menace to petrified antifreeze I think


of Mildred Pierce, pulling for Veda even though


she is acrimony and hatbox glower,

a grifter Thumbelina with listeria mascara.


Many the hazards by way of

                                              or perpetrated on



Joan Crawford perplexed to the point of cigarette,

Eve Arden’s hindsight, noir lamé.

Jon Riccio is a PhD candidate at the University of Southern Mississippi's Center for Writers. Recent work appears in decomP, SUSAN, Wordgathering, and Word For/ Word. A queer poet living with acute macular neuroretinopathy, he received his MFA from the University of Arizona.