“American Bombshell”
Above Her Title
The Creative Genius Stands
Beyond Her Profanity
Above Her Title
The Creative Genius Stands
Beyond Her Profanity
Eye have in my possession
the implement of destruction:
the blue and white iron
belonging to My First Husband
wielded by His Former Live-in Girlfriend
a dancer
to whack Him on His Hip
while hot
to leave a permanent scar
of polka dots
and The Man’s Story
of “Bad PMS”
Eye can have My Church
here, hear upon The Beach
I can walk, wake with The Birds
in the social structure of solitude
in the company of Life
Eye can shine with The New Sun
Eye asked my husband
if I was a creative
genius — he said “No.”
