my revolution wears dirt like lipstick
and god d|ess the blood is gorgeous
if you'd just get close enough to taste my scrapes
under gauze & plaster
I fell on the ice again
in practical shoes
I'm not authentic — just clumsier than you
gagamama gold your shoes
while I scrape mud from soles
we made you
my boobs are deadly too
suffocation instead of flame
I don't need to be a cyborg
but I am
playing one in bed
to be ugly
to be human, barely
to be grotesque
how often must I cut my hair
to repair split ends
into artifice?
once you're heeled you can't control
falling more than my feet
can change the snow
Written in response to Big Tent Poetry’s Monday Prompt for 3 January 2011 (aka my birthday).
Elizabeth, suits the prompt perfectly:)
love the part about being human.
A big happy birthday to you and many more.
Pamela
It does something to my mind. And I like that.
I write notes here…
I like tripping with this…
So cute! Did you ever have to memorize and reitce a poem when you were a kid?I remember we had to pick a Robert Frost poem to reitce in 4th grade.However, at the time I was a little slacker, so I picked the shortest one Fire & Ice! Fire & IceSome say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.I didn’t realize at the time how powerful and profound a poem I had chosen. I was too busy being thankful for it’s short 9 lines!
Very cleverly done, from the title right down to the last line. (The last lines are, indeed, my favorite part!)