Today's poem is by Tiffany Atkinson
Chicken Little
So I lift your dress
and kneel before your bruises
each a corsage; plural,formal as a marriage
thinking, this is how the story
stiffed you. Acorn, my arse.It’s my job to listen to the whole shebang:
the who did which to whom
with what, and how the sky itselfwas gunning for you. Most of all
I want to hear how everything
seemed losthow hard it hurt,how long, and where, precisely.
Incidentally, you’re more than
averagely beautiful. I do believe you.You must name it, sweetie. It is
only pain. Which isn’t a punch-line
in the therapeutic sense, but thenwe’re archetypes, not Notting Hill
neurotics. And besides, I mean to crack
your pretty neck. I do the fox. It’s nature.
Copyright © 2008 Tiffany Atkinson All rights reserved
from West Branch
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