OBVIOUSLY DOCTOR, YOU'VE NEVER BEEN A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD GIRL
- The Virgin Suicides
Punch bowl of coconut, pulp
piñata still intact. She taps it
as she passes. Red circumference,
crudely copied 6 am cartoon.
She sees herself in strung rope
swinging from the rafters – still
intact. Her sisters lean against
the railing, fingering their fists
as if a palm could feel the fantasy
of squid and stout conquistador.
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OF COURSE HE HAS A KNIFE. WE ALL HAVE KNIVES. IT'S 1183 AND WE'RE BARBARIANS
- Lion in Winter
Stay skinny to avoid being eaten
by your king. If you bleed you leak
the ocean's dirty secrets; dolphins
gang-raped, whales giving up their sperm
to harpoon-bearing mariners.
Your teeth are showing, dandelion-crown
goes rotten in your braids the day
you strayed – a solar flare, a few new
freckles traceable above the clavicle
make schoolboys shudder. Damn
you're a looker, lucky to be born
in times when thighs are not an entree.
Robin Richardson came to see the horses and the horses were gone.
Published On: October 18, 2012
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