my heart’s a clenched fist about to do a belly button
bull’s-eye right at someone’s
gut but then’s like
‘nah man, let’s high five’
and opens slow like a flower
and it’s a beautiful fucking flower
like a big hawaiian flower with
magenta petals and a long phallic
pistil and it’s photosynthesizing and
shit all in my chest taking in all that sun
like a miami whore but after like four hours it
starts to wear off and i’m back being
anxious as hell.
Elena Robidoux (1993) is a writer of prose poetry and creative nonfiction from Boston. Her work has been featured in Vantage Point and Pulp Metal Magazine. erobidoux.tumblr.com.