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Kathy Walker
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When a woman has an iguana, what is this for? What is an iguana good for but maybe 10 minutes - you look at him, and that’s it. He just sits there. Might as well not have an iguana. It’s
just an image thing.
If you are a beautiful blonde woman and you are afraid, you can run past the iguana on the stair. Run past it on your high heels careful not to fall down the adobe steps. If it disgusts
you, truly, you may want to pause at the top. Bend your arm backwards, don your shoe in hand. And then it’s tentative creeping down again in your culottes. Quick, spike its head. But what did it do other
than disgust you?
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Untitled
I sat on my bed with my bag of bones
The moon was a screaming man
The big bad wolf crept up the stairs
his shadow danced upon the wall
his suit was zoot
his suit was yellow
he came right up the stairs
the big bad wolf needed girlie fruit
cried Kathy, Tabathy, Fiathy, Cobathy
I’m coming for you, little girl
I knew I had it coming.
So I am mad and I am bad
I took the petal from the stone
and took the stone with my cherry fruit
I swallowed all, I opened the door
and the big bad wolf
strolled right through
I extended my arm,
laced to the hilt
he kissed my finger tips.
you beautiful precious little girl
your body carries in this world
by laws or freedom
paraded in the shoulders of space
he tore me to pieces
then he put me together
he purred on my bed
my bag of bones
the cat glowers
straight on his lap
he's skin and hair and bad and there
we're feral creatures and we know it.
when he leaves his shadow stays
and when he's there
there's no shadow
(there once was a girl with a tiny curl
right in the middle of her forehead.)
When she was good she was very very good
And when she was bad she was hor-rid.
My bag of bones stays with me
I open it and contemplate
the bone, the moon, the petal, stone and fruit
and the badness that's inside me
Barking Heart
My heart ticks
a flick of the clock.
My dropping off
bed. A car is doppler wind.
Friendly anonymous.
My window.
Dogs bark in the spring
dark. A pause.
Someone thumps music
down the road.
Someone else parks
by the bar. Maybe
their red lights click off,
silent. A man crunches gravel
and another man
and woman
laugh. Blast away. Then
no noise. My cat
settles at my feet
and the dog barks in the dark.
Oh my heart.
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