A cabinet where we mull two hours before light
absinthe remedy
We seesaw between capsules
form a reservoir beside fresh-squeezed juice
Above the wormwood chamber
where disease is sugar cubed
across the petaled corridor
of hemp-stretched beds
his clothes thrown down below
We nosegay pertussis
our brother nightcaps through
We hear the cinder cone
malady his bronchioles
Our father fetches him
The steam of licorice
hits his tongue with chartreuse
soot-ashed lungs
distress the heart-gilded door
Put him in a salt bath of sanguine orange
Transparent wisps of being
we tobacco leaf green
his soul Angel Flights
to l’heure verte
His candle-warmed spirit filigrees into flame
Spoon-lit angelica
botanicals his throat
Our brother doesn’t spill
Flash forward to verdure
We've shooed away the ghost
Chuka Susan Chesney is an artist and a poet. Her poems, art, and/or flash fiction have been published in Peacock Journal, Inklette, New England Review, Compose, Picaroon, and Lummox. Chesney’s paintings and collages have been in exhibitions and galleries across the United States.
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