A Moonlight Dance with Two Strangers
I was an apprentice. & she was a corporate damsel in distress who did not know of the scars behind my mask. Nor the struggles endured just to hold her for a moment She was a queen. a goddess, filled with magic beyond limits. Her nectar, sweeter than Nefertiti’s. Ballad after ballad played before we had realized we’d been dancing for hours. She was overjoyed that evening like a southerner at their first sight of snowfall & under that wintery moonlight we danced with the electricity of ecstasy vibrating through our bodies. If only I could live here forever gyrating under celestial chandeliers inside this ballroom of bliss If Offred Isn't a Fictional Character then Bring Me Fred Waterford for June Osborne I remember watching The Handmaid’s Tale an apocalyptic novel now playing out on televisions a system of crooked men in suits calling all the shots a society where the people are kept from veritas. Is it really dystopian? because I don’t see how that’s not just another speculative storyline that needs to be reshelved in the nonfiction aisle. If Offred is real, then bring me Mr. Waterford & Lord, let me be Muhammad Ali transform me into a fighter with an iron meat hook let me devastate his jaw with one bee sting I wanna cause his teeth to confuse their placements like a mouthful of jellybeans. For Offred, no June. & the others these immoral souls have harmed Bio: Chris L. Butler (he/him) is an African American and Dutch poet/essayist from Philadelphia, PA living in Canada. His debut micro chapbook, BLERD: '80s BABY, '90s KID (Daily Drunk Press) is set to be released in August 2021. He is the Associate Poetry Editor at Bending Genres and a feedback Editor for Versification Zine. You can read his work in Flypaper Lit, Trampset, Perhappened Mag, The Bayou Review, and others.