Womannotated – And Thou Shalt Judge The Expiring Soccer Mom

January 30th, 2021

And Thou Shalt Judge The Expiring Soccer Mom

after Servant, Season Two, Episode Three, Pizza

Surveil from silk sheets your mortal estate.
On suburban streets, death, afterlife vie
behind grandiose gates. Above play dates,
teammates, cheese pizza parties, skeletonize
with the greatest of ease. Caretakers doze
in proximate chairs. Delicate wraith
tiptoes upstairs in prim servant’s clothes
with bowls of puréed sustenance. Your faith
remakes a cadaverous countenance,
nasal cannula dispensable soon.
Expiring soccer mom circumstances
avoidable if you only commune
with a macilent maiden magistrate.
Worthiness for rebirth, she calculates.

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January 30, 2021 0

Womannotated – Wide Eyed

January 23rd, 2021

Wide Eyed

I get disheartened when an artist tells
me they’re bored. It’s especially brutal
if I’ve adored you and the art propels
my own rhetoric, research,
collections of folders some might besmirch. I think
Stanley Kubrick would have approved though I’ve
no warehouse of boxes when I’m extinct
to prove my passion for working still thrives
between poems and books. We live
amidst fascinations. If we stay spry,
wide eyed enough, work is transformative.
Suture eyes shut someday after I die
with the stories I’ve written, some I hoard.
I’ll die exhausted. I never lived bored.

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January 24, 2021 0

Womannotated – Big Teeth

January 17th, 2021

Big Teeth

Deep in the forest in a flannel nightdress,
a little girl lingers without much on
her chest, shame in her heart, much to confess.
Here she is safe, completely at rest. Gone
the behemoths of yesteryear. Her cheek
on chenille, her brain bereft of all fear
inside this night sans starlight except a meek
constellation of which faithfully appears
from a bedside nightlight replacing a moon
which made her weep more nights than swoon. Tonight
she looks no father than this light of her room
which is not a metaphor — means to write.
No beseeching big teeth inside these woods —
it ends with her pen like make believe should.

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January 17, 2021 0

Womannotated – Madonna & Manchild

January 9th, 2021

Madonna & Manchild

Bury bereavement in cellar below
with buttercup onesie, Château Pétrus
Merlot  — a godless sacrament you know
is mortal sin.  Silicon reproduced
to simulate skin so your spouse can
begin, maternal virgin, again. Sleep
walk through mutual grief she countermands,
rationing love, plastic in pale hands. Keep
cries deep in your throat until she’s asleep.
A baby monitor projects its first
weep — graveled, full grown. The hell two have reaped,
one remembers alone. Insatiable thirst
nursed by propped-up bottles inside brownstone,
She suckles a doll while you drink alone.

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January 9, 2021 0

Womannotated – Pretty Maids All In A Row

Pretty Maids All In A Row

after Servant

Rambles past ringlets, ruffles, rouge to you,
end of the queue, interviewed for the show,
television lady forgets your debut —
segment you are someone she chose to know.

Her fascinations are fleeting and slight,
provincially dressed princess one night. Lives
she catalogues on oak shelves in plain sight.
Decades of ingenues in her archives,

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January 4, 2021 0

Womannotated – You’re At The Grownup Table Now

December 27th, 2020

You’re At The Grownup Table Now

after Servant

In vermillion lipstick, a Dorothy
blue dress, borrowed ruby, ring finger, beaus
to impress, submit to a coy lady’s
request for your red shoes before she goes
another night to Oz, woos a tasteless
Lothario. Leave you with a boy, shrewd
serpent in a kitchen sink. First, you finesse,
send for something red to drink. Latter, you
will batter until still quivering, peel.
Boy who prepares, serves eel on a plate rues
the bell which summoned him, the man of steel
who waits to throw him out; you must stroke his rage.
At the grownup table, you will come of age.

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December 27, 2020 0

Womannotated – Atheist Barbie

December 19th, 2020

Atheist Barbie

is unavailable in stores. Believes
in Christmas trees, Taylor Swift Evermore
with little distinction between the motifs —
cute aesthetics without fealty sworn.
Like dollhouses dissected their families, some
pink plastic posed preternaturally
replacing puritans overcome
with prayers, prurience, pageantry,
incest upstairs. A ripped Sunday school dress,
nothing beneath, long hair dyed forever noir,
fresh balsam wreath. Believer in kindness
and twinkling lights, blessings in boudoirs,
tempestuous nights. deprived of her breath.
Nothing is deeper than sex, not even death.

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December 20, 2020 0

Womannotated – Oh The Places You Will Work Bitch And Not Be Free

Oh The Places You’ll Work Bitch

And Not Be Free

for Britney

For Disney, Pepsi, Bela Karolyi

(who USA gymnastics cut ties with

in pedophile controversy at the

remote training space, national forest

woods), Star Search, Broadway, Rolling Stone

(at seventeen in push-up bra, baby

blue velveteen rabbit inside her own

small town bedroom.), the 24, maybe

more, varietals of perfume; Sbarro,

Nabisco, HBO (Emmy wins for

concert docu shows), and their fathers, though,

even if estranged, legalities restore

a golden gosling to its violent cage

without telephone, medicated rage.

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December 13, 2020 0

Womannotated – Hirsute

December 6th, 2020

Hirsute

In middle school, bullied for body hair.
Matched hair, eyes, contrasted fair skin, a shroud
I wear everywhere. Was so scared
to shave above the knee. Was told no one
should look there anyway. Was whispered of
so many days in locker rooms by some
with blonde peach fuzz which was what love
looked like, at this time, to me, Florida
yellow/tan uniformity. Was called
a fiend, witch from another place, not of
the beach I breach, a plaited pouting pall
their boyfriends chased, animal they want to taste,
shadow to hide inside this golden place.

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December 6, 2020 0

Womannotated – The Dirty Truth About Butterflies

November 29th, 2020

The Dirty Truth About Butterflies

It’s easy for a religiously bred

(misled) girl to make an Eden of

a garden, angels of winged soon dead,

repopulating in three weeks. But love’s

amino acids butterflies won’t find

in agapanthus nectar, waterfalls —

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November 29, 2020 0

Womannotated – Radiant Heat

November 21st, 2020

Radiant Heat

This is the time of day sunbeams cross my

mattress, imprison flesh atop its breadth.

Each breath, bee balm, bids eyelash butterflies

vibrate; no body lies in wait bereft

its pleasures just because it is alone

but moans all illuminations shone through nude

windows. Your radiant heat upon bones,

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November 21, 2020 0

Womannotated – Macabre Burlesque

November 14th, 2020

Macabre Burlesque

I live in a genre the aged read.
Decrepit men tell their mendacities
before a final tomcatnap beneath
cracked granite mausoleum roof. This squeezed
social register, not quite weatherproof,
trickles on nipples; a drooping sundress
exposes flesh, rose, only ghosts reprove
or molest, witness this macabre burlesque.

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November 14, 2020 0

Womannotated – Holding Pond

October 7, 2020

Holding Pond

Kristin Garth

Gills desiccating, you glide through his house,

hair towel dried, Oxford shirt, slouched, secured

with belt made oversized dress — yours doused

in his tank, under duress. Damp, demure

while you saunter down bifurcated stairs,

some guests the servants were unaware, out

his front door then driveway, street. Unprepared —

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November 7, 2020 0

Womannotated – Texting Shakespeare

November 1, 2020

Texting Shakespeare

On the side of a road atop a stump

you seem cinched in by sunshine while you are

slumped over a cellphone screen, bare goosebumped

décolleté. You ignore the people, cars.

You have something to say. Instrumental

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November 2, 2020 0

Womannotated – Vote, America

Costumed In Resistance

How do you tell it is Halloween when

everyone wears a mask everyday,

would be kings orange aerosol sprays then

locks children in cages, parents sent away?

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October 24, 2020 0

Womannotated – Oh Cult!

October 17th

Keith Raniere and Allison Mack poetry by Kristin Garth and Marisa Silva Dunbar

Kult Ken

by Kristin Garth

divides women and the men, considers
mind control at ten when he learns listen
is not the same as care. Schoolgirl Skippers
are chatty, everywhere, dripping poison
from lonely little tongues. Learns to use it against
them young. Can do it with a dad bod, sweat-
band, night volleyball game with lessons condensed —
marketing, pain. Boss Barbie in hand,
he will walk home tonight. Tomorrow she will
ask him before she takes a bite, now hungry
only for what she deserves. Holes he fills
before the next underhand serve where she
waits on bleachers for it to happen again —
molded obedient female companion.

The Introduction: November 14, 2006

by Marisa Silva Dunbar

We are now witnesses to the origin
—here is where he ensnares you.
You are mesmerized—girlish—giggly,
and desperate for your worth to be seen
by this ~~man~~ in a sweatband and kneepads.
We know it’s just a seedy facade. Some
of us have at one point, wanted to be
loved by a mediocre ~~man~~

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October 18, 2020 0

Womannotated – Little Witches

October 10th, 2020

Little Witches

We will race, her sisters, there, past gargoyles

down a swiveled silver stair. One who rides

its rail, body of snake, chiseled coil

to marble tongue will take the lead then chide

the rest — a mob with matches in pockets

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October 11, 2020 0

Womannotated – Bower

Bower

I am the tree arched over your yard

abrading sky above the shards of what once

were contents of your Instagram life, guarded-

by-Doberman duplicitous wife, crunched

digital frames, board games amidst piled piss

yellow leaves. I have outlived any you grieve.

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October 4, 2020 0

Womannotated – Dead Sea

Dead Sea

Saunter through snapdragons, the cobblestone path

inside his house, into a bath prepared

with Dead Sea salts by a sociopath—

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September 26, 2020 0

Womannotated – Weeping Trees

September 19th, 2020:

Weeping Trees

Follow creek through the weeping trees until

it narrows and you cross with ease. Keep mum

along the rivulet cascading still

through thicket of thorns you will not succumb.

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September 20, 2020 0

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