Scully, I Saw Elvis In A Potato Chip Once
Last night I pulled a horror through a hole
in time. From space! You should've seen
it. The way I unfolded everything. The way
it unfurled across my coffee table, before I bashed
through. Just so I could show you
that anything may exist. I was scared, at first,
when its tentacles, that were hanging
where a mandible should be, swallowed my hand
in a slime soaked greeting. Then it told me
not to pray to things in the sky, but rather
to pledge allegiance to creatures
pulled from wormholes. They won't lie,
not to you. Not to me either, I don't think.
Anyway, I put on my fancy clothes today
to tell you I was right all along. You're welcome.
Chris Antzoulis is a New York-based poet and comic book writer with an MFA in writing from Sarah Lawrence College. His poetry has appeared in Yes Poetry, Newtown Literary, and Cowbird. He has also helped other writers reach audiences through his work with literary magazines such as Madcap Review and Lumina. He currently lives in Queens, NY with his two evil cats and teaches creative writing at Mercy College in Dobbs Ferry, NY.