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Nasty muchachos once feared Marisol
with a razor-blade ready inside her cheek
when push came to shove or lasted too long.

Snow white and old in Newark now,
she shivers for food and her landlord
who winters in Boca Raton

and doesn't have to come in from the cold
at the Essex County Welfare Board
to plead with me for emergency heat

who sees in Marisol's red eyes
brown paper bags stuffed under her seat
on a red eye flight from San Juan.

She signs on the line with her Ҡ"
duly witnessed and noted,
and slides me a bottle with one pill left

"para la vagina, Señor,”
that burns like a worn out razor blade
in a cold cocked one room apartment.

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bogusagainbogusagainalmost 13 years ago
my problem

Maybe the problem is me, I can't quite get a hold of this poem. I really enjoyed its imagery and it takes me along but I'm a little scitzophrenic about it, like visiting a strip club in Soho and shown through several doors in anticipation only to find myself ending up out in a back alley a little confused. An interesting experience but not one I entirely expected.

certainly a 5 because it is really worth the read.

buttersbuttersalmost 13 years ago
you're interesting because you go places that surprise the reader...

like this uncompromising view of a harsh situation. you manage to make it real. there's a genuine cleverness in your word-use encapsulated in phrases such as this:

Snow white and old in Newark now,

she shivers for food

it's a cleverness that isn't 'in your face', though, or smart for smart's sake... it's what you do and do so well. the sounds. their musicality up and down the scale... and eyes enjoy the on-screen sibilance as much as the ear.

this ending is as uncompromising as it gets, and its honesty burns:

burns like a worn out razor blade

in a cold cocked one room apartment.

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 13 years ago
I once

juggled some Oranges in Essex.

Does this look like A WBY comment?

nah, too funny

duly noted

cinco

Snow white

read

and browned to a "t"