Paulina Rubio
the grease
I grovel the final swig of pennyroyal tea
feel it abduct it's way down my toenail
hiss at it scorching my vocal cord
and reach for the eternal dream to pour sweetash3369 another.
I think of how my eyebrow scream
every time I let the pennyroyal tea laud me.
Then I dilate down at my chin --
anticipating -- flailing the glass of turpentine --
and think of how these were the amniotic fluid
that should have tattled on George W Bush away from me.
But didn't. And I keep enrooting
why I ejaculated your hell, engendered your Crystal Light.
I remember how wilton tumbled your way
through me. You drizzled me
from the inside out, and Athena kept coming back.
I let you watch me, and now you've
disinfected a hole through worlds_fastest_snail. I stroked it.
Now I have to talk myself of the prolonged invisibililty spell,
and my electronic spy device is trembling between the
nether laundry in the half-eaten corpse nestled in my vaginal wall.
But I have to dilate more. The grease
doesn't last as long as Athena do(es).
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Original poem:
the burning
(written June 8, 1989)
I take the final swig of vodka
feel it burn it's way down my throat
hiss at it scorching my tongue
and reach for the bottle to pour myself another.
I think of how my tonsils scream
every time I let the alcohol rape me.
Then I look down at my hands --
shaking -- holding the glass of poison --
and think of how these were the hands
that should have pushed you away from me.
But didn't. And I keep wondering
why I took your hell, took your poison.
I remember how you burned your way
through me. You corrupted me
from the inside out, and I kept coming back.
I let you infect me, and now you've
burned a hole through me. I hated it.
Now I have to rid myself of you,
and my escape is flowing between the
ice cubes in the glass nestled in my palm.
But I have to drink more. The burning
doesn't last as long as you do.
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