I thought about making you into a mannequin,
then instantly died.
At the pearly gates, Athena said,
“I’ll give you another chance;
I know why you thought that,
you wanted to preserve
forever your lover’s beauty,
but only a fool
thinks that way.
Beauty is internal
like all your precious, sweet, souls.”
So poof, there I went,
back into my lifeless body.
When I got up
I wanted to call you and tell you at least one
Greek goddess was still living,
but since you’re such a militant monotheist,
and frown unapologetically on polytheists, I didn’t.
I waited until we were together that night,
and when I was at the bar pouring you a glass
of your favorite Jean-Claude Boisset Pinot Noir,
“I really don’t care about growing
old with you,
beauty is internal
like your precious, sweet, soul.”
you threw the popcorn bowl at me
who are you fucking.”
David Calogero Centorbi is a writer living in Detroit, MI. Recently published work in The Daily Drunk, Dreams Walking, Versification, Brown Bag Online, Horror Sleaze Trash, Anti-Heroin Chic, Crow Name, and Crepe & Pen. He can be found here on Twitter: @DavidCaCentorbi.