"What's the world for you if you can't make it up the way you want."

-Jazz, Toni Morrison


The mourners

The mourners

I can’t believe she’s dead, he says
Looking around
Looking embarrassed
This is a fucked up thing to say
But she gave amazing head
The others, suited, laugh, unsure
And shuffle
And he carries on despite himself
Wishing he didn’t have to
But he has something to share
From the other side of the train
I imagine her talented mouth
At work on this unremarkable boy
A disembodied throat
I watch their incredulity
Their posthumous desire
Rest in peace, I think
Wishing I was her


Sonya Carassik Ratty is a London-based writer of poetry and fiction, as well as an editor. Her work often focusses on appetite: cravings, hunger, satisfaction. She frequently collaborates with photographers on image-text projects.

Cover photo by Matthieu LE LAN on Unsplash

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