By Michael Todd Cohen
After the fall, when the water and the government have evaporated, I try to drink the last of the honey from the bottle in the tea cabinet but its promise of sweetness has soured — so I slather it on my body instead to soothe the char from the incendiaries that finally stopped, scraping slow rivers of it down to meet my blood-spackled toes; honeyed I walk through the wasted world in search of something that holds sweetness in spite of decay.
Michael Todd Cohen is a writer and producer living in New York. He is EIC of Curiouser.co and his work appears or is forthcoming in Barren Magazine, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine and HAD (a Hobart Pulp companion journal).
Photo by Michael Todd Cohen.
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