the trouble with eating corn
︎︎︎ J.M. Ó Faoláin
︎ Dec 28, 2024
i lay on cioran’s tomb because it's
all a sham. i’ve picked open his
tin box, stuffed all your little writer
notes in my pocket. they’re spilling out,
fluttering in the wet wind. if there’s any
left, i’ll never read them. it’s dark,
and the cemetery is closed. i guess
the dead locked up and went home.
his marble tomb is cool and firm
and it’s raining like you’re being
tickled. there’s a wad of kernel
stuck in my teeth. i flick open my swiss
army knife, and go after it. i knick
my gum and bleed all over simone boué.
that damned pad thai spot. there’s a
tealight in a tiny red vase. i light it
and it burns out in half a second so
i toss it towards montparnasse.
a crack in the distance, the
smell of violet thunder and
so i lay here and lay here and
wait for an end to indigestion.
all a sham. i’ve picked open his
tin box, stuffed all your little writer
notes in my pocket. they’re spilling out,
fluttering in the wet wind. if there’s any
left, i’ll never read them. it’s dark,
and the cemetery is closed. i guess
the dead locked up and went home.
his marble tomb is cool and firm
and it’s raining like you’re being
tickled. there’s a wad of kernel
stuck in my teeth. i flick open my swiss
army knife, and go after it. i knick
my gum and bleed all over simone boué.
that damned pad thai spot. there’s a
tealight in a tiny red vase. i light it
and it burns out in half a second so
i toss it towards montparnasse.
a crack in the distance, the
smell of violet thunder and
so i lay here and lay here and
wait for an end to indigestion.
J.M. Ó Faoláin served in the Canadian Armed Forces and bounced at several bars in the Toronto area. He has been published in High Horse Magazine, The Modern Struggle Magazine, and is pending publication in DFL LIT.
Also by J.M.: advice from grandfather
Also by J.M.: advice from grandfather