The Lovers & My Monster Slayer | by Rita Feinstein


of course I want you 
to see me naked   of course 
you will be naked too

our bodies the tideline and the sea
the boundary and the breaking

you’re such an almost-singing bird
such a city sketched in blue

tell me what animal i am 
and feed her stardust

for you   i drop my antlers

this is me without any armor
with blood between my legs

the moon is 80% chocolate
and growing darker

and you are shaking 
blossoms all over me

we pull the cards and look 
at each other   a prophecy 

is about to come true


is deep-keeled, swarthy as hell,
so fucking huge he keeps wearing
through his leather brigandines. 

I always snickered at swolness—
poor gorillas can’t touch their toes—
always fell for sapling boys,

but my slayer’s old-growth girth, 
lightning-split and lichen-fleeced,
fills my mouth with sap.

Each morning he deadlifts planets,
drinks a lake of protein shake,
showers in buffalo sweat,

but at night he cups me in his palms,
trembling with the effort of gentleness. 
He’d fall to his knees if he crushed me, 

and the world would fall with him. 
So then tell me, lover, slayer,
which one of us is stronger?

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 and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Rita Feinstein is the author of the poetry chapbook LIFE ON DODGE (Brain Mill Press, 2018). Her stories and poems have appeared in Permafrost, Grist, and Willow Springs, among other publications, and have been nominated for Best of the Net and Best New Poets. She is a graduate of Oregon State University’s MFA program. Find her at her website: