Iago Resides Inside the Insane Asylum – John Davis

Every liar loves a laugh. Got to love the grief
     a handkerchief can bring. As sharp as a reef

that handkerchief, my bully beef, a gold leaf for a
     sneak thief. What a relief at last to be lieutenant

not that wax plant Cassio. About as brave as 
     an eggplant. Probably pees his pants. Trust—

what a bust that is. I’d rather lust, slide
     a corsage on Desdemona’s bust, do some office

twixt her sheets. Othello, you jealous fellow,
     if you won’t be my lover, then go smother

your wife with a pillow. Any wife of mine won’t 
     shine. She’ll wither on the vine if she declines

to hide my secret. It’s nothing a knife can’t decide.
     Swift slice. Talk about deadline.  So nice this life

living on the fault line. Kill here. Kill there.
     I’m the heir of revenge. Who can’t I upend

and suspend from breath. Jealousy, my green-eyed
     monster friend, whose meat shall we feed on today?

John Davis is the author of Gigs and The Reservist. His work has appeared recently in DMQ Review, Iron Horse Literary Review and Terrain.org. He lives on an island in the Salish Sea.

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