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Selected Poems
STARFISH
Allen Brafman
FOR
A MICHIGAN FIELD
Claudette Buelow
FUCK
YOU
Hilary Melton
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ISSUE
NUMBER FIVE
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ISSUE
NUMBER SIX
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ISSUE
NUMBER SEVEN
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ISSUE
NUMBER EIGHT
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ISSUE NUMBER NINE |
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FEMALE
IMPERSONATOR
(for Sean Penn)
There must be a formula in the cosmos, in the abstract.
Something that sticks and stays stuck.
A living hell that sells flesh and blood.
Something that keeps men hot.
The answer to prayer comes in the unveiling of MacDonna
and the image of the virgin who craves it like a slut.
This is simple irony with a bit of Freud, so that
like a teenage abortion after a long rough night,
overdubs echo in vast chambers
in the wake of Sound Engineers, the real butchers,
professional in nailing market shares
of 13-year olds. Out comes
one is such a lonely number, aah, aah, aah
as well as addiction to repetition of the line
open your heart, I’ll make you love me,
twenty-six times in three minutes—
words by MacDonna herself extracted
from her own life experience, we’re told
in cover stories, bio’s, cheesy talk shows.
A state-college dropout after one semester?
The complexities. It must’ve been tragic.
When movies need miracles to still make millions,
clips of MacDonna ascend from cutting-room floors
and meld into cameos and a chunk of the gross.
The “new Marilyn Monroe” in a week? Makeup! Cocaine!
Karl Tierney |
