<ouiji queen>

guide my hurling
cadaver glass candy
between prismatic molars
(palm sugar magic) for
crafty monsters
forging fingerjewels to
drape b/w mourners’ breasts

cracked saliva offers
depressed chocolate
like a wine frosted

believe this pink bath
water // o ouiji queen //
that limitless eclipse
so rotten now
like majestic herons in
polyester dressing gowns


<wet talk>

fathom it – a pretty sad speak // language i
celebrate    with eyes
like a cheap concept
             (artistic urinal)
or sprinkled hairlines
+ cheeks
            (the look of oyster divers)
a pithy casual
wink of glitter
that hits light +
.               explodes
into constellations


sara matson’s writing can be found or is forthcoming in Mannequin Haus, Anti-Heroin Chic, FIVE:2:ONE, Burning House Press, A) Glimpse) Of), Poached Hare, OCCULUM Journal, Dream Pop Press, Waxing and Waning, and elsewhere. she lives in Chicago with her rad husband + cats, and tweets as @skeletorwrites