Lose This Skin
She says CUNT! to strangers
and her life is a series of Clash tunes-
in her teens she lived by the river.
She’s fired, eventually, from everywhere-
(talksmarting back bullshit again).
Eating nothing that screams
claiming flesh is for zombies
she absolutely hates poetry
and prefers lyrics
growled in Viking.
She’s spent time as a stripper
tho she’ll use the word dancer-
exploiting exploiters
is fun- (not to mention
she got to work naked)
and now she’s as likely to
flash surprise tits
colored in rainbow shade
paintings of comicbook
lifescenes-
vagrant confections
of a thousand pinpricks.
Jim D. Deuchars/Pittsburgh
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