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LAce Posted Monday, December 6th, 2010
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Lorri Barrier

You tortured me when I was young,
had me bleach freckles,
tame curls,
push hunger down.
When my grandma made cake
I pretended not to see it,
beautiful, warm, brown.
I looked at you instead.
You rewarded me with
thighbones, ribs, knees,
and skinny jeans.
Now Iím onto you.
I mock you, I eat
like a lover.
I am wanton with my fork
and kissing mouth.
You wonder how
I could have strayed.
I havenít forgotten you.
I watch you stalk your prey.
You use the same snare--
Wide, vacant eyes,
chemical lips,
and pretty heart
hard and small,
barely there at all.
Once captured,
you starve them,
turn them against flesh.
Then you call them sacred, clean.
Your lie sticks in my throat,
a buried dream.

Comments [post a comment]

Posted by Donna Levy [ donnachka@cox.net ] on Monday, December 6th, 2010 at 5:39 PM
Excellent poem. Know all about believing lies. Keep writing, dear Lorri. Love, Donna

Posted by Sue M on Tuesday, May 31st, 2011 at 9:56 AM
Great piece.



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