Adrienne Novy
IF THE HONEYBEES DIE, THEN WE WILL DIE WITH THEM.
Carrie Fisher died within a milky-clouded sky sleep & I
imagine her mother’s ventricles clogging with honey.
If heaven is a hive, I want to swim in it, like the way a
Falcon does with space, cosmos beading off its wings.
Loss is an act of inheritance: two houses entombed in
amber, carbonite; family photographs, antiques webbed
in hexagons.
My body is a white dress sewn of ash, Prozac urn, wishful
wedding-funeral. Inside of me lives my father’s mother &
my mother’s mother & everything my mother taught me,
too. I call Carrie my Space Mom to make myself feel
closer to the newest star of grave soil.
After we are long long dead & this planet’s two suns have
been extinguished, we will burst with light to greet the
world again as keepers of a millennia, the royalty of
galaxies & garden trellises: a fresh & new & brilliant
hope.
Carrie Fisher died within a milky-clouded sky sleep & I
imagine her mother’s ventricles clogging with honey.
If heaven is a hive, I want to swim in it, like the way a
Falcon does with space, cosmos beading off its wings.
Loss is an act of inheritance: two houses entombed in
amber, carbonite; family photographs, antiques webbed
in hexagons.
My body is a white dress sewn of ash, Prozac urn, wishful
wedding-funeral. Inside of me lives my father’s mother &
my mother’s mother & everything my mother taught me,
too. I call Carrie my Space Mom to make myself feel
closer to the newest star of grave soil.
After we are long long dead & this planet’s two suns have
been extinguished, we will burst with light to greet the
world again as keepers of a millennia, the royalty of
galaxies & garden trellises: a fresh & new & brilliant
hope.
ELLIOT ALDERSON PROCESSES GRIEF FOR THE FIRST TIME
o, father. o, holy virgin motherboard. o, great spear-
phisher trojan horse honey pot garden of eden. please tell
me you’re seeing this, too: the naive who swallow the
corrupted & call it eucharist. the white gauze as it turns
my blood a holy color. i pray to you to regain control. let me
rest. let my voice cut through hymnal static. let me rest.
let me say amen. amen. amen. amen. amen. 4m3n.
o, father. o, holy virgin motherboard. o, great spear-
phisher trojan horse honey pot garden of eden. please tell
me you’re seeing this, too: the naive who swallow the
corrupted & call it eucharist. the white gauze as it turns
my blood a holy color. i pray to you to regain control. let me
rest. let my voice cut through hymnal static. let me rest.
let me say amen. amen. amen. amen. amen. 4m3n.
Adrienne Novy is a teaching artist and student from the Chicago suburbs studying Creative Writing and Education. Her work can be found in Maudlin House, Harpoon Review, Vagabond City Lit, Button Poetry, among others. She believes that the world still needs Carrie Fisher, and most definitely wants to meet your dog.