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HOT HONEY

by Chloe Tsolakoglou

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Bold bads! yells Undeniable across the

dinner table. We brim with laughter and spill

grains of fried rice. We are born

together. It is, for a moment, the twittering

of desire. Desire is the bunch of cherry

tomatoes at the edge of my sight.

Everyone is more beautiful than I could hope

to be. Disbelief sits next to me and mixes hot

honey into their meal. I hold down Apollo’s leash as

he lunges toward an unsuspecting bullfrog.

What else do we know? We are all things that have been.

Chiseled beam, puff of hydrangea, striated squash.

O’ mess, O’ communion

A cloud of arms pantomime fullness,

mischief. We rush to the meadow’s clearing

and paint the night. I call this high fidelity.

This need for badliness­­––as if all violence is

the means of creation.

About the Author

Chloe Tsolakoglou is a poet, translator, and scholar who is currently a Ph.D. student at Columbia University's English and Comparative Literature program.

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