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Rapture-Benjamin Moore #CC-66
by DT Crea
I am
a can of paint
splatter me on the
walls like goat’s
blood spilled on
the altar of your
unquenchable thirst
or litter me like
sentimental ashes
but I have not
died and besides
I asked for a burial
I’d rather you not
set up a stage at my
funeral and I am
the curtain you draw
back to perform
your soliloquy
entitled “Eulogy to
All I Have Lost”
I’m sorry
I dried and cracked
when you left my lid
open and then I
crumbled obstinately
when you tried to
mold me in your
image but I don’t
believe the freshest
batch of play-doh in
all the world could
hold your image it’s
too abstract too void
too nothing
"Rapture- Benjamin Moore #CC-66" by DT McCrea, from Rubbertop Review Volume 9: Writing the Body. 2017. Used with permission of the author.
DT McCrea is a trans, anarchist poet living in Akron Ohio. Their work can be found at
Honey and Lime and
Taco Bell Quarterly. In their free time DT enjoys contemplating the nature of the universe and plotting the downfall of capitalism. Follow them on Twitter
@dtmccrea.
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