19 November 2008

abigail beaudelle

abigail beaudelle

I. I live in a city
of grimaces.

A quaint small-town-charm-school
hate-club -
is cut
by a curt "I'mjustlooking

Tight-lipped matrons
the swell of breath.

Well I guess that's retail.

II. I live in a town
of puckered souls
and crimped smiles -

of narrow-eyed
Bless Her Heart's.

III. Your mother is a racist.
I cringe
and retreat -

watching you laugh
at nigger
and Jew jokes
curdles my blood
and turns
all you say
into mold-filmed milk.

And somehow
she found out I was gay.

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