Soma
His torso entangled
unsure of its ends.
And there, Atlas
Heavenly heaving
again and again.
Deep bronze bodies smelted by Hephaestus
His, their sarcic art
Sheeted furnace Aristophanes fulfilling.
Ganglia
He stands on the curb
Alongside another
A brother
Of sorts.
Someone approaches, a brother of Other.
“Fuck that shit, bitch, get the fuck off my block!”
Glock cocked a god’s knuckle cracks
Saltpeter theogony, flesh behind
Spattering brother’s blood before
Pollocking the pavement
Viscera
Something within him
“Touch it”, it tells
He listens
Feeling the severed ligaments
They’re… wet
He keels.
He expels,
Pollocking the pavement
Sarcic art.
Connor Fieweger, a Chicago native, is 19 years old and is a 2nd-year at the University of Chicago, where he is double majoring in Physics and Fundamentals. He is really good at eating mints at a fast rate, easily going through a container of tic-tacs in less than fifteen minutes.
—Art by So-Ghislaine