Robert Wynne

Robert Wynne

Self Portrait of Lucifer as a Latex Lid Grip

Like any good god, I birth new worlds

organizing myself around each jar

until it opens before my raw power

to testify about how such captivity

drains the very air of everything

but expectation. Nature abhors

a vacuum seal, because it

hoards the knowledge needed

to understand the way

each lid’s threads weave time

into a state so delicate

it must be refrigerated

after opening. Oh, worthless mortal

how tired your fingers must be –

would you care for a pickle?