The Body Commodity
by Binx River Perino
There: long silver darkness, Cadillac chariot. More horsepower than heart. In its onyx windshield, wiper-pinned, is a neon Parking Violation. And, briefly, the reflection of a wingspan. The emptiness breathes. Wind blows in the direction of someone’s afterlife. Emily is singing — he kindly stopped for me. Did he wear a suit? Did she click her heels? How much does it cost to die these days? The headstone, the procession, the burial ground. Someone is born, someone returns, and somebody cashes out. Now: a hasty diagonal is a violation, flapping like a perpetually half-mast flag. Correctly park your grief.
Binx River Perino is a queer poet from Texas. He holds a MFA in Creative Writing from Emerson College and his work has appeared in Door is a Jar, Beyond Queer Words, samfiftyfour, Cold Mountain Review, and elsewhere. Based in Chicago, he is an occasional contributor for Third Coast Review.