and somebody who loves them.
Her husband's a ghoul,
knows human flesh,
its tastiest parts,
its after-death sumptuousness,
its finger-licking good diseases.
He talks cemeteries
and shovels,
has a sixth sense,
can assess the freshness of a corpse
from one sniff of the dirt
it's buried beneath.
She's a little repulsed
by his habits
but she knew what she was getting into
when he first dug her up.
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review and failbetter.
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