let's talk again
about
my skirt
my stockings
my hair
my mouth
my tits
i'll get your coffee
you can tell me
about
raping your wife
your anger
your rage
your violence
let's talk again
about
my cunt
i'm young
i can take it
i'll take a letter.
10.21.2010
thank you, anita hill
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You are on a roll, lady.
ReplyDeleteI love your recent poems so much.
This one is no exception.
Wow.
Anyone that uses cunt in a poem
ReplyDeleteis my goddess...
I love ugly words made beautiful
jesus, this one has me all exhausted.
ReplyDeletethanks for appreciating.
If I had a secret club?
ReplyDeleteYou'd so be in it.
where do i sign up?
ReplyDeleteWow. What does one say?
ReplyDeletethat is just enough.
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Red Dress Club.
ReplyDeleteI don't really know what to say, but wanted to let you know I stopped by.
well, thanks for coming over and reaching out!
ReplyDeleteThose were dark days indeed.
ReplyDeleteYou capture them perfectly here.
thank you, Nichole. i adore you.
ReplyDeleteand not only because you like my poems.
I remember the whole Clarence-Thomas-pubic-hair-on-the-Coke-can debacle. The fact that he's STILL a judge is a damned shame.
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