Wednesday, August 28, 2013

A Poem by Zach Fechter

A Burst Belly

What if my belly burst
And belched forth the entirety of the world?
Springing beautiful women
And visions of steam above hot springs
And schools of squealing tires
And exotic skins leaning in repose
Against staccato walls
And dangling cigarettes from slender fingers
Yawning forth haze
The kiss flowing between our lips so close
White on black 
And a MaƮtre d staring into the distance
And all the world settling down on you
So open your mouth and swallow it whole
The mouth opening to scream
Or smile
And nothing appears
Zach Fechter lives and writes in Southern California. He has been published in Poetry Quarterly Magazine and Kind of a Hurricane Press. He is a graduate of Roanoke College in Salem, Virginia. 

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