1.
In my spare time I take sandpaper to a spaceship.
The flour sack holds geraniums.
A solar system of silverware
dines uncloned.
The quarks I’ve placated, credit card
decals on a store-window universe.
2.
The phenomenon is churches de-paneled
of stained glass. Radioactivity progression
at each cross. Votives, their theism lucent.
Why faith defenestration?
I query the shuttle creature.
The church jocular with incense.
3.
Heresy, corrupt me a penny roller.
Mollify Medusa with hollow-Earth
Sunday school. Still she’ll turn
you to time-drained bone.
Jon Riccio is a PhD candidate at the University of Southern Mississippi’s Center for Writers. Recent work appears in Sheila-Na-Gig online, SUSAN, Wordgathering, and Word For/ Word, among others. A 2018 Lambda Poetry Fellow, he received his MFA from the University of Arizona.