Sex and Murder Magazine

By Joseph M. Gant

The package read—
handle with
Care.

When I opened her I found nothing
inside that seemed to know the sound
of that word. And so I took to the box
a torch of righteous, smiting blazings.
No one screamed nor shed a tear. We
knew both well how labels get misread
and lies, however intended so
desire a funeral’s honor when slain.