Vampire Baby
I think of you, teeth bared
like a girl. One night, I bite
your neck and you call me
Nosferatu and I say at least
give me Lestat. Blond boy
with too many wants—kissing
boys drunk with wine. I’m too
girl for you, you say, hands full
of bird. I take them in mine and
the feathers turn to gummy
worms. You swallow each one,
and in your teeth, they glitter
like fangs.
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Eli V. Rahm (they/them) is a queer writer from Virginia. Their work is featured or forthcoming in Sugar House Review, Passages North, Bellingham Review, The Cortland Review, and The Academy of American Poets, among others. They also have a cat named Bagel.
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