Sugar Mama, Ma-Ma Mia
By Lee Minh Sloca


My green, wholesome friends

draw straw to jaw then splatter,

“Blah-blah, whatever candy ass.

Great, you diet Maya outta

your system, But this new

sweet, yum-yum, goody tooshoo,

too unholy, sinful desire

gumdrop tarts. No! No more!

Crunch another, jollier,

healthier naturelle.”



Whoa, there

tofu chewers,

love ain’t

no mumbo jumbo

nor nutmeg juju.



If love sticky bun me,

I’ll dispossess myself,

abandon all backbone,

and be pig-butted by her

kissy-poo moo cow.



I don’t care!



If love be the corn syrup of heaven,

I’ll wholly jell, cream-fill, deify her.

Whole, inside - heaven exalts;

stars fall forever.

And as flesh, the tang of her

will forever brown my tongue artificial

till I melt greaseless, breathlessly;

till I’m neither ying nor yang,

just Zen of poontang.



I don’t care!



‘Cause even sinners need

a minty breakfast break;

so get stuff and chuck me

my lovey-dovey, cocoa-butter,

my toothsome lonesome, dark

sugar mama, ma 10… lbs…

bag of… Peanut… M & M’s.


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Lee Minh Sloca escaped Vietnam two weeks prior to its collapse. After college, he worked for 14 years with special needs children. After campaigning for Obama in the ’08 election, he is currently seeking works that will align with the President’s philosophy of community. Lee lives in Los Angeles, CA.