Arsenic Lobster poetry journal Issue Thirty-nine
Winter 2015
 
Good and Evil
Tammy Robacker

The bad dreams played like Saturday morning cartoons
where super heroes had hard-ons and the Hamburglar
shushed me to come sit on his lap or a stormy blonde Thor
crushed the clouds my angry Norseman splitting heaven

apart I opened my girl thighs and throbbed to animations
of him pummeling villages and mountains on the hunt for me
under my covers his thunder and rock hammer striking up
what I already knew by then a girl like me had it coming

About Tammy Robacker

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