GASTROMASOCHISTS

John Findura

in green Dayton , Ohio

we went out for a drink at a Mexican restaurant

the barman offered free tequila with an apple

(you know we will put anything in our mouths)

Before long                 the neck began to twist,

to breathe,                               and the nose,

the SUV,                                 the lungs,

We called the ambulance and the hospital administration

 

“Do you know what a ghost chili is?”


It did not seem comparative to lava,

burning needles,          “the tip of the tongue with

a hot steel brand”

 

What’s learned is that we are

a subsidiary of the world


John Findura is the author of the poetry collection Submerged (Five Oaks Press, 2017) and the chapbook Useful Shrapnel (2022). His poetry and criticism appear in numerous journals including VerseFourteen HillsCopper NickelPleiadesForklift, OhioSixth Finch; Prelude; and Rain Taxi. A guest blogger for The Best American Poetry, he lives in Northern New Jersey with his wife and daughters.