From the bus window
I spot a dead rat on it's side,
a fresh red slit down its stomach,
in the middle of the driveway,
in a good part of town.
I wonder how it happened.
Did it lose a race with a sporty red coupe?
Did it lose a battle with a sharp-clawed cat?
Its struggle is over,
but I think about that rat
for the rest of the day.
Every broken girl
is looking for her daddy.
May hell's darkest shades
shadow the father
who taught his little girl
the way to his heart
is through
his pants
Recent meme paraphrased
Europeans are seeing america in a different light. They see what the prez is doing, but more importantly, they see a people who elected this man to run the country.
while I did not vote for that stain, I am devestated nonetheless.
Don't Mention the War, by The Divine Comedy has a verse: "Don't mention the war, don't talk of those days... let history lie, kiss the old days goodbye, they're no help anymore, don't mention the war."
Being old in a new world is more pressure than my cortex can contain.
I wish at 28, I had known
the power I possessed
over men, without much
effort.
I sat on his lap
took off my dress
pulled up my bra
and he gasped.
He thought they were
smaller than that.
The boss called me and account executive,
I was really in phone sales.
I paid my rent off advertising commissions
from food and meat processors like Bernie's
Bagel Dogs, Budget Gourmet, and
Totino's Pizza Rolls.
I schmoozed meat packing executives
at dinner meetings for advertising space.
Eventually I began to think
about the food chain:
the life, the death, methods of slaughter.
After all, I was a card carrying
member of PETA.
The smell of drunk stuck
to him. I never knew my uncle Dub
to be sober.
When he looked into my eyes,
breath escaped my stomach like
I was sucker-punched.
And Dub had
an engorging interest
in preteen me.
My #1 rule -
never get stuck in a room
alone with Dub.
Everyone had gone to the living room.
I was sat on a high kitchen stool,
my feet dangling above the tiles.
He knew I was alone,
and asked me to spread my legs.
He said he wanted "just a little look."
In that kitchen, on that high stool,
I took back my breath, and plunged.
After landing, I ran to my mother.
She chatted with my aunt, cigarette
dangling from her mouth, oblivious
to my scrape with the nightmare.
