I don’t always think of you when I’m sitting on the toilet,
but today, my fingers missed having your hair wrapped around them,
and my lips missed the skin of your forehead,
and I suddenly wanted to make you
roses out of toilet paper,
but when I leaned forward
the toilet flushed
and I forgot.
You are now a three-legged dog
and incapable of speaking English
You are the wounded animal
laying on the side of the road
with three crushed ribs
struggling to breathe
You are the pet in the pound
who is being put down
tomorrow at noon
You are the one they
left in a cardboard box
in a damp alleyway off Main Street
because they couldn’t stand
to look at you.
Can I wrap my body in duct tape
closing all orifices,
so that no sound will escape
no I love you’s
or I think you’re so hot
so that no smell,
BO or otherwise,
will assault her nose
so that I can paint
a new face on the tape
to replace my own,
one so beautiful
with delicate high cheekbones
and a pair of full lips
the kind I’ve seen on tv screens
and in magazines?
Henry the Eighth cut off her head
and her head
Henry the Eight plunged a knife in her chest
and her chest
Henry the Eighth bought her a lace brassier and made her undress in front of the court
in front of the court
in front of the court
The courtiers touched her
and touched her
pressing their fingers into her
pressing their cocks into her
pressing their entire selves into her,
fitting themselves into her skin,
and their noses and feet into her own
as the brassier watched from the tile floor,
weeping into its lace and trying to hide its face
until Henry the Eighth cut off her head
I saw a dove today
and I stared at her for hours,
memorizing her holy form
and I began to scream,
clawing at my throat,
pulling out my vocal cords
one by one,
wrapping them around my clenched fist,
Holy! Holy! Holy!
my brain dripping out my nose,
pink phlem pooling in the gap between my gum and lip,
mixing with spittle and sweat as I screamed
The world is holy! The soul is holy!
The nose is holy! The skin is holy!
The tongue, the clit, and the hand are holy!
The dove stepped forward,
pecking at my bare toes
her beak piercing my skin
Everything is holy! Everyone is holy!
Everywhere is holy!
I told her
as blood dripped
from the vocal cords
I’d tied around my fingers
She pecked at my feet again
devouring my ankles
so that she could regurgitate it
into the throat of the immaculate child
she had conceived,
the child she had named
Tomorrow I will be doing my first public reading of “Toast is Just Bread That Put Up a Fight” at Salem College. I’m both incredibly excited but also incredibly nervous!
After the reading there will be copies of Toast for sale and I will be available to sign them.
Glenis Redmond will also be reading, as well as a few high school students Southwest High School. I’m really excited to hear Glenis read as well, as her work is simply wonderful from what I’ve read of it.
If you are interested in attending the event will take place on Thursday, Oct. 2 at 7 pm in Single Sister’s SAAL at Salem College in Winston-Salem North Carolina. If you would like directions just go ahead and leave a comment below and I can help you out.
Hope to see you there!
A Note on Dormancy.
Sad that one of my favorite Literary magazines is closing; however, I’m so glad to have been a part of them. I really enjoyed my time being a Safety Pin Review operative, and to be honest, I still have the poem safety pinned on the back of my jacket and wear it around from time to time. I’m thankful for the opportunities and inspiration Safety Pin Review gave me, they have impacted my writing in more ways than I can count.