ESTHER, SALVATION, Benjamin Van Loon

Esther, Salvation
by Benjamin Van Loon

My Esther, my comatose matchmaker, the commission 
to sell a set of artist templates, knowing already 
about the gig, about how it’s good talking to the comatose
through translucent skin and halos of pure florescent pearl 
when nobody is paying attention, recollect homestead clatter. 
In one was the etching of an iron cauldron bathing 
wall-scaling invaders in sheaths of black boiling oil
where you can color-by-the-numbers and fill in the castle walls
with gray, extracted from his stupor, listing the Netherlandish castles
hypnopompic, Huize Almelo, Rechteren, Waardenborg, Twickel,  
Middacten, then returning to the security of his sleep
turning to the page turned a cauldron filled with sand, set over fire
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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