Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 08/10/22

Bugs, Stinks, and All Things Evil

She had designer blue eyes,
Rapunzel-like hair.
She wore the latest couture.

We were the pigeon stock.
She was a strutter, a Parisian peacock.

She came with her diplomat family
living plush in the north end
of this working class town.

She’d take decadent drags
of her foreign brand cigarette
purposely pursing her “pink power” lips
in contorted positions, suggesting fellatio.

The boys would fetch water for her,
loving to sniff her Chanel number 5,
and brush by her perky pink bra.

I wanted to be her, who wouldn’t?

Me with my overbite, a parade of
pocked pimples, grazing my face.

I smelled like my period and mothballs
that my immigrant grandmother stockpiled
in closets, believing they’d get rid of
bugs, stinks, and anything evil.

I heard she died today.

I wonder if anyone other than me.
would even remember her.

©2022 Emalisa Rose All rights reserved.

Emalisa Rose

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame. She volunteers with animal rescue, tending to cat colonies. She walks with a birding group on weekends. Her work has appeared in The Beatnik Cowboy, Cajun Mutt Press, Misfits, and other great places. Her latest collection is On the whims of the crosscurrents, published by Red Wolf Editions.

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