Dangerous Blonde
Glutted with extras, the film
churns on. As the second
reel loads, I face you
near the concessions, fantastical
creatures take up space
beside us. You
comment on my hair
your eyes constantly roving
to the mammaries of others.
No matter, our secret’s safe.
I won’t let on that once
you rooted in my body,
without my permission, then moaned
into your pants. That night
I buried your name in my lawn,
your car was torched by Tuesday.
After the cinema, no one talks to me
the entire walk home, my shield
impermeable, though
I watch their thoughts,
winking exit signs.
A.Pence has published one chapbook—Skin's Dark Night—and two full collections, The Decadent Lovely, and Armor, Amour. Honored with the Claire Keyes Poetry Award and published in The Antioch Review, The Oxford American, and Juked, her forthcoming hybrid book on Emily Dickinson-- [It] Incandescent-- is forthcoming from Ninebark Press.
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