OXIDANT | ENGINE : Issue 9
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
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.