HYPNOTIZE
WITH AUBURN HAIR AND TAWNY EYES THE KIND OF EYES
THAT HYPNOTIZE
My lipstick was the colour of the Aurora Borealis on
January 17th 2016 Photo tweeted from the International
Space Station A gorgeous neon pink Ditto the skull hanging
around my neck (there are some really macabre skulls in Mexico
said my bro) His travelling companion had cast aspersions on my
sanity
I could likely use a little less sanity at this stage of my development
Still semi-conventional on the outside +hothouseflower on the inside
(Do Not Think: Stella! ) Back to the Aurora inspired lipstick on the eve
Scott Griffin a Thurston Howell III lookalike awarded $75,000 to a snotty
poet from a class I took at U of T: How Avant Garde Is Your Poetry?
She glared at the rest of us middlebrow plebes +read out reams of plotless
albeit raw +beautifully wounded poetry I certainly applaud her turn of phrase:
when I was
out already
cunting in the fields for that fallow
had escaped me
(© L. Howard 2015)
She has given me the courage to one day use the C word In fact my mother may
cut me slack now that I have cited Liz as a pioneer in laying the vagina bare On
the night of the readings last week I found to my dismay while stalking Ondajte+
Toews that drinks could only be had for cash In a brilliant flash of necessity is the
mother of Tequila I realized that across the street at Virginia’s Wolf my credit was
good
The anejo purchased for $18 was burning a hole in my gullet when a young man with
perfectly tipped hair asked how I was enjoying the: dating event for 25-35’s
You mean year olds? Ya
I downed the dregs noisily +wildly searched for a bookmark used to appease young
+old men alike who decide they’d like to marry or stalk me I scurried back to poetry
central where the former Governor General’s husband proceeded to leer in a way that
made me feel for her Once glorious in spangly shoes now cankles in Clarks
Clearly the mean poet’s windfall has brought out my inner famewhore who craves
recognition better shoes and more tequila
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Spring 2016