portion of the artwork for Changming Yuan's poetry

Moving Sale
Changming Yuan

A whole box of human hearts, each
Still pulsing like a fresh-skinned toad

Two rows of shining skeletons of unknown gods
All with fingers longer than legs, skull-sized toes

Three sets of enchanted knives, possessed
By evil spirits (need sharpening)

Four giant alarm clocks, guaranteed
To wake the dead in a five-mile radius

Five wine bottles filled with pickled souls
As colorful as the rainbow over the Styx

How much for just the reddest heart?


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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 42 | Fall 2013