Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: By the Statue of the Unknown Bodybuilder

Midnight in the underworld, fireflies twinkle.

Hades scratches himself and remarks on the rain, “Wet, ain’t it?”

The hot Sun settles over Jamaica Plains as the F Train find its
way to The Village.

Persephone claps her hands to her forehead and remarks to the old
woman in the seat across from hers: Oh, the unbearable lightness of
being!”

Replies the old woman, “I’m sorry, these are my bad ears.”

“They look fine to me.”

“Don’t be absurd!”

Persephone points through the screen at the writer: “Tell him to don’t.”

“Oh he never doesn’t!” proclaims the old woman. When do you reach Hell?”

“As soon as I relinquish this train.”

“That could be any time.”

“That could be as we speak.”

“But it won’t be you know,” the old woman points through the screen at the writer. “He hates mixing action with dialogue.”

The train slows as it nears the mouth of Hell and stops.

Persephone disembarks; a cat darts between the wheels of a cart and she recognizes the familiar landmarks of her youth:

The Statue of the Unknown Bodybuilder heroically crushing a mound of
squirming women beneath his feet; the 7Eleven where she stops to buy
Hades a fine cigar.

Public Domain Photo of the Statue of Civic Virtue which Stood at the Union TurnPike station in Queens until it was removed in 2015
The Statue of the Unknown Bodybuilder

How the old devil loves his cigars!

“White Owl.” she says.

“Oui.” replies the clerk.

And it is done.

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Statue of the Unknown Body Builder based on a public domain photo of the Statue of Civic Virtue which stood in Queens at Union Turnpike Station until
2015.

Felique Dupré in the Haunted World: Farewell my Raisin D’etre!

Marcy awakens the next morning and Felique is gone.

On the mirror, scrawled in lipstick: Farewell my raisin d’être!

Behind the message Marcy’s reflection bubbles and is slowly
replaced by the face of a hag.

“Who are you!” demands the Hag.

Illustration of the 'Hag' based on a photograph of a paste up on Valencia Street in San Francisco
The male gods are titillated but not amused

“I am Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens, New York.”

“No! You are Persephone, ex-wife of Hades!”

Marcy rolls her eyes, “What he want?”

“The male gods are titillated but not amused by your lesbian ways. They take revenge on you by unleashing your love’s late Mother for she cannot bear to see her daughter happy. Felique is her hostage in the Underworld.”

“By the gods,” Persephone, alias Marcy Bloomingdale of Queens, New York exclaims, “How can I retrieve her!”

The image of the Hag begins to vanish, “You must seek the mercy of Hades…You must return to the Underworld…”

To be continued…

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Felique Dupré in the Haunted World in the Haunted World: An Affair

 

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At Those Moments

The moment he straddles my hips and applies his lips to mine,

The moment I press my cheek to his belly or feel his arms around
my neck,

At those moments his slightest touch is remembered and grieved.

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A flight of Ideas: I’m alive!

I stand on a day room table and shout:

“I’m alive, God bless you, Jesus; I’m still alive!”

Oh, for Christ sake!

I’m still alive?

Is nothing, know nothing, be nothing.

I am the blood of Christ; these bright red
splats on slate grey walls.

My reflection is soft and feminine, my eyes
unspeakably kind.

Birth, death, infinity

We are a miracle fighting to happen.

 ✳ † ∞

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