It is quick and easy
the food I serve, it satisfies
the itch you get for grease.
Two six ounce burgers large as bazookas.
Gherkins denting the mayo,
their pert circles.
Beef tomatoes that cover your palm,
even the hand of a man like you
would struggle to contain it.
Squash between bread and meat
and take it in your mouth.
A trickle of mayo and burger juice runs
from your lip’s corners.
Dirty boy, look at you stuffing your face.
Purge your veins of their water with Fosters,
admire the hair on your body,
blow dry it and accuse me of vanity
of screwing my smile on with lip stick.
I watch from my fleshy tent,
so contained and quiet, dog
with a bone in the corner
gnawing at you. Gnawing.
© Rebecca Audra Smith
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Rebecca Audra Smith is completing a Creative Writing Masters, MMU. She writes scripts, poetry and prose. You can see her work at www.beccaaudra.wordpress.com. She is part of Stirred collective: www.mostlynocturnalscribbler.wordpress.com
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Monday, 3 December 2012
Wednesday, 15 June 2011
Metharme
There was a woman on the front page
of the free paper, page three style
She’d spent thousands shaping her body
To Barbie contours.
She’d found men to part her chiselled thighs
She, a statue, coming alive under the knife.
She has a daughter, age seven, given a token for her birthday
-I can’t wait to have big boobs like Mummy-
Given a voucher for plastic surgery
when your body exists through your bumpy knees,
your blunt elbows, clumsy, your skin a bag of bones and puppy fat
Pole dancing class: age six
She has the same name as my sister
This child, given crayons like scalpels,
drawing stick figures, big circles.
Barbie, permanently high heeled perches
On our shelves, watching as we grow older.
© Rebecca Audra Smith
‘Human Barbie’ buys 7 year old daughter a boob job
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Rebecca Audra Smith will be studying Creative Writing: Poetry MA at Manchester Metropolitan this September. She co-runs Stirred, a night aimed at feminist performance poetry.
of the free paper, page three style
She’d spent thousands shaping her body
To Barbie contours.
She’d found men to part her chiselled thighs
She, a statue, coming alive under the knife.
She has a daughter, age seven, given a token for her birthday
-I can’t wait to have big boobs like Mummy-
Given a voucher for plastic surgery
when your body exists through your bumpy knees,
your blunt elbows, clumsy, your skin a bag of bones and puppy fat
Pole dancing class: age six
She has the same name as my sister
This child, given crayons like scalpels,
drawing stick figures, big circles.
Barbie, permanently high heeled perches
On our shelves, watching as we grow older.
© Rebecca Audra Smith
‘Human Barbie’ buys 7 year old daughter a boob job
---------------------------------------------------------------
Rebecca Audra Smith will be studying Creative Writing: Poetry MA at Manchester Metropolitan this September. She co-runs Stirred, a night aimed at feminist performance poetry.
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