There’s an over in the attic,
An ending of special places – covered.
Covered like a pie on a summer day,
Cobwebs sticky lace over things that are under.

I can’t name what is hidden;
Is it nameless, or am I mute?
The first name of sadness is you, and
The surname of sadness is salt,
And I cry, my face soaked with salt,
Spilling over until I’m floating like a bathing beauty,
Johnny Weissmuller all naked or with a simple loincloth,
Waving with a wrinkled palm – upwards,
“Hello” and “good-bye”.

Grief has a direction and it is inwards,
Washing my heart, an astringent scrubbing,
The gritty purification of tears.


About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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