Ariel, or, Don't Be Ludicrous It's My Uterus

Ariel, or, Don't Be Ludicrous It's My Uterus

A Poem by Molly Cara

Ariel thought of Rick Perry when she was at the

Doctor's and the doctor made her listen to the

Heartbeat of the fetus. She wanted to encircle 

His wrist in her hand and listen for the pulse 

That would never sound she would hear the ocean

In his chest cavity where there was nothing 

But trapped air Rick Perry was just another 

Seashell on the white sandy beach 

In these charades we call "elections"

As if there's really much of a choice as if

The lesser of two evils plans to 

Represent the people. 

...

And the doctor almost resembled the father

The one who got her name wrong

(He'd called her "Muriel" that night 

And licked her lipstick off and her bones

Dry and that tends to be the end of the story

For the guy).

...

Ariel hated secrets especially her own but this one 

She'd have to keep now Ariel falls asleep 

Sorting through prayers she'll never pray and cheeks

She'll never stain with her lipstick. 

© 2012 Molly Cara


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