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Heifer
by Annmarie Lockhart
she was a pioneer of sorts, but definitely not a pilgrim with her beefbone-sized
hipbones supporting her enormous tits, oiled and sculpted, pointing straight up to
the moon, where astronauts marveled at the she-beast and wondered if she
were an innie or an outie
she had her fans, her devotees, a cult of believers in bovine love and bouillon
he said it had been a mistake and I said enlighten me, which meant tell me
everything, the details of the hoedown smudged, greasy, queasy, all bourbon,
engorged udders, and ever the incessant lowing
in the intermediate care setting, clotted cream was not only favored by the senile
set, it was also a staple of a healthful diet (have you seen the way flu runs
through these institutions?) her milk, a national treasure, served with
a bagel and a beefsteak (not Kosher, not Halal), a nutritional powerhouse
she is generous, promiscuous even, with her milk, reveling in the need to feed
I consider my chipped nail polish, dial a helpline, a hotline, 911, to report a crime
that hasn’t been committed yet, chastise humankind for being her voyeuristic
lover, for being no stranger to her bottles
Based on a free write prompt posted by Meg Pokrass on Facebook, January 2012.
Heifer
by Annmarie Lockhart
she was a pioneer of sorts, but definitely not a pilgrim with her beefbone-sized
hipbones supporting her enormous tits, oiled and sculpted, pointing straight up to
the moon, where astronauts marveled at the she-beast and wondered if she
were an innie or an outie
she had her fans, her devotees, a cult of believers in bovine love and bouillon
he said it had been a mistake and I said enlighten me, which meant tell me
everything, the details of the hoedown smudged, greasy, queasy, all bourbon,
engorged udders, and ever the incessant lowing
in the intermediate care setting, clotted cream was not only favored by the senile
set, it was also a staple of a healthful diet (have you seen the way flu runs
through these institutions?) her milk, a national treasure, served with
a bagel and a beefsteak (not Kosher, not Halal), a nutritional powerhouse
she is generous, promiscuous even, with her milk, reveling in the need to feed
I consider my chipped nail polish, dial a helpline, a hotline, 911, to report a crime
that hasn’t been committed yet, chastise humankind for being her voyeuristic
lover, for being no stranger to her bottles
Based on a free write prompt posted by Meg Pokrass on Facebook, January 2012.
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