Idol | Poetry

Topaz Winters

The god is wrapped in a blue towel. Mascara clumping their lashes. On the bathroom floor, a dozen Q-tips hemmed with waterproof eyeliner. The man is coming in an hour & they are trying to look as fuckable as possible when he photographs them for his shrine. The god is changing the bandages around their torso. The god is wearing noise-canceling headphones trying to drown out the devotees. Before they...