WUSSY is proud to present poetry by Atlanta writer, Hannah Neal.
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I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven. Hell of a friend.
Starry-eyed entrance, brimming with social contracts from dead men.
Jane Doe, you come and go from the prison inside your head
Sartre insisted insanity is the worthwhile pursuit of sameness
for all my friends who are famous.
(When I met them
each power-dripping steeze of speech
crash-of-gavel laugh proved
more titillating than wisdom’s grown
mold in the basement
of a safe house-turned-movie set)
She had me tied for a minute
swollen like a voodoo doll, pinned like a prick
while giant steps on city streets paced the fault lines of my skull
with roses, revolution
it lives, it lifts.
And so I let it peel open the lid
lower itself in, at feet first dangling
as I am
hung by another man, absent.
Hannah Neal is a landlocked pirate, which is probably why she's already listened to the song "Sanity or Not" by Juan Wauters three times today. When she isn't practicing hexes on exes, she is dutifully preparing for the apocalypse. Hannah is partial founder of Feedback Poetry Collective and mostly self-publishes, though her poetry has appeared in other Atlanta-based publications such as Dope Girls, Floromancy, and the billboards inside of her dreams.