At a tea party the Giant Japanese hornets, wolf spiders, and
human bot flies worked out a plan to spatchcock me.
It seems quite likely that there were no watercress and cucumber
sandwiches at this event. Their plan is a relatively elaborate
scheme. They even sketched out blueprints. but I won’t go
into details. It involves cleaving and whacking with a bit of
mincing and lopping. Being bare, splayed and displayed.
Not flaunted with a flourish, but exposed and exhibited;
letting each raw synapse spew. There is nothing left to
disgorge. Perfectly good umami, savagely dismembered.
Sarah Rachael Johnnes was raised near New York City and currently resides in Eugene, Oregon. As an emerging poet, Sarah applies her photographic eye bringing visual sensibilities to her poetry. She is focused on capturing what is not typically seen, finding connection, beauty, and humor in common everyday moments — or moments that reflect decay or, pain and taboo subjects. Her work has appeared online Cathexis Northwest and Fauxmoir Literary Journal issue 11, Poetry Superhighway, RavensPerch and Red Ogre Review. A poem will be in the summer issue of Black Fox Literary Journal. Sarah is working on a collection of poems.
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