From the October Issue
Plaid is all the rage in Purgatory.
Paradise is a periwinkle sock.
In Limbo, the infant eschews pink & blue
for the darkest red diaphanous smock.
Down in Hell, black is the new black. Also
the old black. It goes with everything.
Tattered swatches of houndstooth cling
to two out of three Cerberean mouths.
Valhalla’s a faded concert jersey:
Iron Maiden, unwashed & quite holy.
The undying cottons of Elysium
turn dingy, but only very slowly.
Skin, it seems, is always ready to wear.
Eternity wants a tailored look.
A seaming. Flares, cuffs, eyelets, hooks.
Skulls bending toward their boutonnieres.