THE LAND OF MILK AND HONEY HONEY
Going on holiday is like winning the lottery
All of a sudden you have a wallet full of foreign
money You eat brunch everyday & dinner with
a reservation at night Handsome men call you honey
And cocktails called Bitches Brew await you
But so does your plane home Where multitudes
of baby carpenter ants are hatching and the dog
out back is barking a brand new tune
And soon you won’t have to pinch yourself to know you’re awake
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Winter 2013
MOMMY DEAREST
She nestled her head into the Barbie’s
shoulder cooing like a dove The doll
had just given birth to a baby who
almost died You are so lucky she squeaked
Grief seeping out the corners of her eyes
All my mother’s 13 children are lucky to be alive
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Winter 2013
THOSE LIPS WERE MADE FOR BLOWING KISSES
She’s lovely with horrible posture back sways
like a sail All else is perfect boots red dress trench with 26 neat rows of buttons
Now sweeping breckgirl hair into a chignon
Where do creatures like this repair to when the
night weasels come? I’m skeptical I’m skeptical
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Winter 2013 Galleria Italia A.G.O.
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