Felix Garner Davis

pfizer’s apple
Felix Garner Davis

when we found out
about her yellow vials of medicine
the word
was that she kept rats

in bone;
murmurs suggested something
darker than a zest for soy
but i could only see fangs

& crooked lips & wine
in her milk eyes.
perhaps it was significant
that the splinters festered

when she caught her palm
on wood, or that her paper skin
was veined with scarlet;
still, i hadn’t glimpsed

a beauty like it —
ethanol-webbed frost
& hot gloom,
a machine-edged

melancholy
that rippled gums & swallows
into splashes
like slow-poured glass.


Felix Garner Davis edits an annual journal of poetry and fiction called Malevolent Soap.