the death card is kinda sexy,,

dre levant

in a oh fuck kinda way, like oo consume me

in a glass of grape juice, sip from my severed neck

and tell me just how rotsick i am !! we wish on dandelion corpses,

we burn things that smell like tea & brew love potions from wheat. suck on my tongue piercing

and just infect me already. kiss my flesh as it falls from my alcohol bones.

the death card takes his finger and traces a pentagrampoem on my hips –

and i really just want to feel sacred, like gravedirt, like a clear bowl of water with a quartz,

i want a mouth on mine like a moth. softer. a soft curse cast on me

that’s more cool than anything. that’s kind of alluring in its honeycomb smoke,

light up the cherry leaves at the edge of town and make me heathenpray

(on the silkgravebed)(coldsoft like fresh dirt) mouthtochin handsonspines

let’s chant this right into the ground let’s make this scene just a lil more holy

and desecrate til     our bodies fuse     with the mushrooms

dre levant (he/they) is a trans masc genderqueer artist & writer. dre loves wearing as much glitter eyeshadow as possible, making art that is both vibrant and macabre, and building wine cellars in minecraft. he is the author of "jack invites werewolves to the tea party" (alien buddha press '23) and "icarus rising" (kith books '23). for snippets of poetry & cat pics, follow @drethepiper on instagram and twitter.