when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge

Elizabeth J. Wenger

when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge dressed in tight yellow leather carving a katana through the script. blood squirts like hershey’s syrup from the screen // when i think of quentin tarantino i think of anger boiling up from that squish-featured face. anger burnt and draped sexy and splattered across a car’s windscreen // violence is not violence when seen through a lens // death is a matter of perspective. cut it any way you like // a scene, a cake, a body // when i think of quentin tarantino i see the world sliced in two. trembling knees against a jammed door while vampiric vice threatens the unborn baby that is, perhaps, how quentin sees himself // a child, wrapped in a blanky of 35mm film, in the sewers of nazi germany, in the chains of american slavery, always a gun to his little poet’s head // oh to be quentin // to see oneself the bleeding creator, the sorrowful god // to forget that a painting does not hang in a locked room // that a victim is not just the man on the cross

Elizabeth J. Wenger

Elizabeth J. Wenger is a queer, Jewish writer from Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Flash Fiction Magazine, orange peel literary magazine, The Hopper, Loud Coffee Press, Utah Lake Anthology, and more. She is currently at work on a poetry chapbook about pop culture and a book of essays about the line between the ‘natural’ and ‘artificial.’ She is an MFA candidate at Iowa State University. You can find her on Instagram @wengerwow and on Twitter @wengerwanger. Her website is wengerwrites.com.

Art: “Monochromata 1” by Max Cavitch, Digital Photograph

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