Colleen Anderson
Cuntipotent
I’m tired of being cliticized
cut off from a womb of feeling
and accused of being frigid
I want more than my clit flicked
as if it were a fly
or poked and pushed like the panic button
quick …
I’m tired of being cliticized
cut off from a womb of feeling
and accused of being frigid
I want more than my clit flicked
as if it were a fly
or poked and pushed like the panic button
quick …
A soft, luminous body shouldn’t spigot
blood.
But I look at her like Hannibal—
that bull-headed Negro—
looked upon Rome.
Hefting a tomahawk,
I descend from Plato’s Cave
to cancel Pandora’s Box.
She drowses.
Her breasts are …
Clouds drift by
Like cars in slow motion
White fluffy
Cotton balls
A variety of shapes and sizes
Spread on blue wallpaper
Some taking up more space than others
King-sized soft cushions
Initiated by the wind they
Merge …
(Twelve Random Shots)
1
Nothing
Surpasses the length of art.
Nothing, not even
Earthwide stretch of dust.
If fear is the ware you
Bring to town,
Go sell it to the marines
And to terrorists.
They are …
I came
thinking of the wall
that halved you long ago
I came unprepared
for what you’ve become
East to West
Coca-Cola and McDonalds
Spaghetti and Tandoori
light global candles
on concrete mantles and glass screens
your days …