Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Forty-two
Winter 2016
 
ONE WITH THE HONEY
Stacy Skolnik

On the shelf there’s some Berry Crush
lotion, blue eyeliner, pink eyeshadow,

Mega Wink mascara, mint julep face
mask, Extra Super Hold hairspray, Power

Tame straightening balm, Curl Force spray
gel, little mirrors everywhere. Sore thumb,

lone wolf, very special brand of social
refuse. Trained this way, I mix concealer

with gunpowder. I wear snakes as garters.
Tonight, I’ll let you paint my toenails

with blood. You’ll be saying, Damn,
sugar, those sure are some pretty feet!

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