Friday, November 30, 2012
such profound pronouncements on personal
disfigurement, I wonder if once
you were pretty, perhaps, prepubescent, a child
angry at adults who adored the doll
with all the bumps and scars on the inside.
did friendly hands, friendly eyes, friendly voices
chuck you beneath your chubby chin
look into innocent eyes and lovingly only
see a happy, beautiful baby?
struggling to stifle the screams, the dreams,
labored breath clinging to damp, dying lungs,
I wonder, when you were young, with this limp,
these twisted bones, did loving voices coax you along
give you hope?
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Sunday, November 18, 2012
You’re dark and pretty
and I’m too blonde.
You’re petite and
And I’m gaudy and
You’re no-doubtedly elegant and
Even your man would probably
He might kiss you more.
He might beat on me a little harder.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
the lack be-hind
my starless eyes
the zombie addiction
in bad super-
i am meat or
my own mother
would have said
saved her hop-
for a second
in a back
Monday, November 5, 2012
i so badly want to stick my fingers up my vag
i mean it. i would trade anything in the world
my new suit, my freshly blown hair and this
whole set-up of murphy's law -
my nice house and this air of culture i have to
put up around other women with the same
coifed mane. i just want to dig around the old bush
and scratch the itch with my index if not for the bloody fact that
i just did my nails today. manicure. red as rubies
gleaming evilly at me under the light whilst
someone passes me a glass of red wine in which
i am dying to break the stem with, upon his pompous head.
i would go to jail right now just for that
just for the chance to feel up my blubbery lovely labia.
Friday, November 2, 2012
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Yours in love and darkness,
Ms. Taylor Adams and Ms. Jennifer Patterson