Poetry

george When death, reckless and brutal, carved you from my quiet skin I hid the grisly remains beneath a neatly starched uniform. Slowly, my deranged figure healed and routine rhythms carried me from you. I watched your hunch shadow creep away, got drunk and danced naked in the dark. In my new life and new clothes I was beautiful, but my ribs were thin. So I shoved rocks up my dress and switched my shade of lipstick. Last night the ragman came but I know a wolf when I see one. Trembling and panting, I ran into the alley where my shoes were filled with sand. I took off my blouse and beheld: that the rocks were gone:  my flesh was warm and pink and full. You had returned to fill out my body. Smearing the lipstick from my mouth I stepped from my skirt into the streetlamp's light. Then spread my fat thighs wide ....and was born. BACK TO TOP