Alex Vigue

Preserved

Broken bottle wig

thrown on in jest

it made you look like a 15-year-old monster

the kind that whispers

terrible frequencies

into the jars that our bodies inhabit

the pressures collapse

more broken bottles

worn again as wigs

repeat and cut

you—grooved neck of my jar

dictating what enters my glass chassis

not a lid

if you were you were the kind with holes punctured

in the tin top

as children we’re told

putting holes in lids will keep the animals inside alive

animals need more than air

shaking the jar won’t bring them back to life

S4V3D


we saved them
all onto a series
of chips: as big
as cities mega-
chips. we have
them all7
&
th3y 4re n0t
c0rrupt ;-4

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Alex Vigue is a poet and storyteller from Washington State. He has had work published in Phantom Drift, Jonathan, and Hermeneutic Chaos. He is the fiction editor for Dirty Chai Magazine and he can be found at alexvigue.wordpress.com