Shelf Life
Danae Younge
1.
The milk y way is curdling—I think.
On the stove or the back corner of the fridge.
I can hear the spawned flame
like a million crickets,
illu ding
to the world’s zippered silence, but they are just
screaming or singing hymns
blue flame like falling
sky-ink or sky,
like bowing
clay summits
But then again, voices growing from the gutters.
But then again, channel 8.
But then again, my breathing like a butterfly I couldn’t kill.
But then again, the arrogance of patented ruin/
citrus acid.
2.
I disrobed, religion an oversized sweater,
and have been naked ever since.
More and more now,
all I can see at night is a dairyman’s working finger,
his palms folding the faint sound
of disposability into wax like Gouda.
Diced paneer as shelves of velvet stars.
The world would bargain with a mirror: Name your price in bodies.

Danae Younge is a sophomore at Occidental College, an editor for Kalopsia Literary Journal, and an award-winning writer whose work has appeared/is forthcoming in over thirty publications across the US, UK, Canada, Pakistan, and internationally. Publications include Bacopa Literary Review, Salamander Magazine, Perhappened Magazine, Invisible City Literary Journal, as well as five worldwide print anthologies. She was a selected winner of National Poetry Quarterly’s annual competition in 2020 and her flash fiction piece, “Skeletons Don’t,” was long listed for Grindstone Literary’s international contest. You can read more of her work at www.danaeyounge.com and follow her on Instagram @danae_celeste_.