ON HER AWFULNESS

[rozk]

She was a nightmare Once set naked flame
to her boy-friend's mustache and said to Dick
'You're being boring'. Drunkenly would blame
Lovers for all her problems, then be sick.

Would say the most outrageous snobbish things -
'Provincial little nobody' - although
she was a socialist. Would grind her rings
against your wrist bones; and of course would blow

Smoke in your eyes. She was in love with pain
yet sneered at S&M - 'suburban sin
for lazy people'. She'd stand in the rain
if sad, or scream aloud. You couldn't win

Or tell from one day to the next just which
you'd get, the sad wit, or the evil bitch.

Comments

[girfan.livejournal.com]

Those last 2 lines are killer!

[ffutures.livejournal.com]

Yes - I think I was lucky not to have run into the evil too much, but it sounds like her.

[gwynnega]

Fantastic poem.

[wild-irises.livejournal.com]

You are going to have to put all of these together somewhere; they really make a whole person out of a fragmentary bit of memory.

[rozk.livejournal.com]

That is absolutely the plan - I am vaguely thinking of writing a few more and then issuing it as a chapbook. No idea how.

[tamaranth.livejournal.com]

Your sonnets are beautiful, and vivid, and right. They keep circling and whispering in my head.