Tarantula in Your Tool Belt
Skinned flowers dance naked
as the night comes. Things ooze
here more than they crawl. Perfume
is a wrench, death is that
tarantula in your tool belt
and it is God who
blows raspberries
as you laugh, dying
and your body floats out
in every direction
but one.
Eddy Jordan writes runs and drinks in the Longmont & Boulder area. He graduated from CU in 2015 with a BFA in Theatre Performance which has informed his writing and also explains his odd behavior. Past publications include TIMBER 8.1, Punch Drunk Press, Harpoon Review, 13 Myna Birds, & CU's Honor Journal.