Cash Myron Toklas
Forever it seems
I have dreamt of Hestia
burning
like the hearth she tends
softly, cruelly
ribbons in her hair
a shaft of light
across her face
betrayed
inflamed in the
dream of Freud or
Manchester by the
Sea in a room locked
beside my own as I
slept and unhearing
heard her call When
I would never let her
burn in the flames
but would instead
devour her
not like teeth
sinking & tearing into
flesh & masticating
but rather a suffocation
envelopment &
disappearance
like I did with my
other children only to
vomit them out
again.
***
Cash Myron Toklas is the pseudonym for an author, poet, and playwright who wishes to remain anonymous. He is new to literary publication, although three of his poems appeared recently in The Piltdown Review. His current project is a reboot of Hesiod’s Theogony from the perspective of Saturn/Kronos. In general, his work explores the lessons that ancient myth can offer for modern life.