Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Twelve Winter 2006 |
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The Gift Jane Ormerod You can call me Dorothy, Elderberry, Allison, Bambi Anything at all I can make cakes … tell me your dreams and I’ll stir them in Bunting! I want you to make me your own Bunting! Ooh, let’s have a party to show you off Tuxedoed gentlemen … French and English maids Palm trees, orchids, lemon sorbet, a circular pool Ripeness ripeness everywhere Oh, my dear, my dear, my love dove dear You won’t need to move a single finger I know you like everything just so I’ll wear whatever you wish Look, I’ve been practicing! Right in front of the big mirror like you asked! And with the blinds drawn up and the windows open I even managed that! I can do it now if you want! The greatest happiness The best exhilaration The prettiest day I’ve always imagined The eyes of flies rest merrily on my cake My cake-ety cake cake of innards Bunting! Bunting! BUNTING! |
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About Jane Ormerod |