Sean Thomas Kilpatrick

WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM TO BRING YOU A SPECIAL
COKED-OUT MESSAGE FROM OUR FRESHLY INAUGURATED,
MISOGYNIST PRESIDENT WHO IS REALLY SOME BENT
COOZE-HOUND WE FOUND IN A BAR

That we are a nation of women
always hugging good-bye
is reason enough
to use our bombs against us.
 
Here come the nails
of a miraculous breed
to claw each other into sludge
and rat out their mothers.
 
Wipe my eyes like alcohol
across the sky’s bloody face.
 
All the spinning while,
razors perform, close.
 
So, please, bend my sex.
 
I cover my ears to the machine-breath waterfall
enveloping night’s customary discord.
 
I turn to some bushes and say:
Help me learn to piss without clenching.
 
Their hands draw sharp circles,
until veins separate from meat
and the stink comes, splashing red.
 
I hug everybody
into a dizzy composite
of semi-erections.
 
Gawk at the proudly flashing lights
of murderous officials.
 
My coat-rack nipples
carry your eyes’ weight
 
And to think, my kind
was once mutilated
in alleys.
 
Hacked up slivers
of my perfumed skin,
bunching away
like unoccupied blankets.
 
My falling bones,
white glimmer of sawdust.
 
I once went smiling
under my husband’s blade.
 
These days my extroverted revenge
therapy is a limp press
and warm pat on the back, saying
thank you
right in your face
for listening.

Date of Birth: June 15, 1983 Location: Detroit, Michigan Occupation: Student Email: nakedlunch@comcast.net Publications: The Exquisite Corpse, Each Obituary Taunts Us, The 2nd Hand, The Harrow, The Glu, The Spreadhead Collective, Mused Magazine, writeThis.com, Inkstains, winamop Book: Mandatory Abortion For World Genocide

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