A Poem by Zach Fechter

A Burst Belly

What if my belly burst

And belched forth the entirety of the world?

Springing beautiful women

And visions of steam above hot springs

And schools of squealing tires

And exotic skins leaning in repose

Against staccato walls

And dangling cigarettes from slender fingers

Yawning forth haze

The kiss flowing between our lips so close

White on black 

And a Maître d staring into the distance

And all the world settling down on you

So open your mouth and swallow it whole

The mouth opening to scream

Or smile

And nothing appears

 

 

 

Zach Fechter lives and writes in Southern California. He has been published in Poetry Quarterly Magazine and Kind of a Hurricane Press. He is a graduate of Roanoke College in Salem, Virginia.