I am a beautiful woman who farts.
I am the cow-skinned kettle
who is not allowed to scream
I am the flesh log
where you sharpen your love
I pretend I am the dark
my dreams all deboned
& frolicking in mildew & filth
I am a ragtag concerto of misplaced grimaces
I am the stomp & coo of your wretched imagination
I am the iceberg heart melting bloody piss
all over your fancy leather shoes
I am an emotional terrorist
(ready for war)
I am the shredded maple
wilting in an uncertain blast of memory
Stroke my brain cells
Make me buzz
I am the one who never forgets
to argue with my dead mother
I am squalling orange curses for effect
I am the hole you are digging
for the future
Pretend that you know me
berserk in my dildo pumping brain
Crack me open with your crawling insult
I am the burp of summer inside the ice cube of your frown
I am death valley pressed
between wax paper
a forgotten rose
I am the buzzard who assaults the wrinkling tree lawn
I am the endless drip hookah pipe relax
& get to know me
I am the high velocity whirr
of scythe blades
on a tiny patch of urban grass —
Listen for the enemy
I am Saturday morning pressed
between pillows, delicious
golden apple
refusing reentry
There are stacks of fresh salted yawns in the tv chair
Please —
Make yourself comfortable
I am the one note of saxophone
sanctifying the dark
It doesn’t matter how many rattlesnake promises
I tuck into sleep —
I am still the valley that ends in a ditch
wendy shaffer
Do beautiful women really fart? Amazing…
Great poem / wonderful imagery! Made me laugh & think at the same time (had to stop chewing my gum).