when polished nails touch Ulysses
Marion Bloom appears on the cover
corseted and heaving
over the leather's top
between that and her windblown hair,
No it's not literary No it's not No important enough
for these pages, my dear
be certain to scrape
off all that cherry bomb red
before your fingers hit the keys
if you want your book to be
important enough for us Yes
a quarter are written by the fair sex Yes
twenty-five percent is fair
as long as you continue to taste
salt in the wind in your heroine's hair
when our taste is for coffee grounds & tea leaves
the rest is fetish, is popular, is waste
wipe that lipstick off your face
what do you mean that's just your smile?
I know what shallow tastes like
My poem In the Fold has just been published at Pirene’s Fountain.



















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