1/11/11
YOU'VE HAMSTRUNG YOURSELF FOR ME
by Jennifer Stockdale


how romantic. Saber-toothed splotch behind your knee the new lipstick stain, blood rushed to & undetected in dress pants. Cute last week, blush worthy. Just wait till I tell the girls, I thought, needling the vein with my polished thumb—too polished: incisor-glistening & then a torrid spasm. Your muscular undulation eroded the print from my tip. Teeth tearing at my monogrammed sweater, I snarled Sweetheart, I can’t accept your hematomac bouquet. Surprised my voice raised pitch at the end: a coveted solo! No need to go steady. Shrill & booming: I pom-pommed & split down the middle & bloomers about face & booted out of the clique, who needs ‘em:: I am the home-team slaughtered at half-time. I am the mascot’s frantic extinction dance. I am the gigantic megaphone hooked to a little black box. A wicked little box with respectable tits.


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I am currently enrolled in the MFA program at Notre Dame. My work has been published in Other Rooms, Pomegranate,Hot Metal Bridge, and Salt Hill. A short chapbook, Now Puppy Teeth is forthcoming from What to Us (Press).
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