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Jennifer MacBain-Stephens

Melania as Witch

Melania buried the rope in the earth
the end burnt and bloody

a pinkie, a dead vole
a pinch of tuxedo tail in a jeweled box

Left a shovel on the mound
gray cheeks cosmetically slashed

The rope underground
grew like
hair in a coffin

thrashed and squirmed at midnight
screamed for an orange man to bind

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Melania traipsed all night in the woods
rubbed shoulders with pines

scratched rib cages/not hers
grew flowers from esophagus ashes

Creeping Charlie seeds
grew in a belly

what grows from a microphone?
she asked the trees

helmet hair and a pretty girl past they answered.

The pines had never seen violet eyes before.


Jennifer MacBain-Stephens is the author two full length poetry collections (forthcoming from Yellow Chair Press and Stalking Horse Press.) Her chapbook Dixit: Every Picture Tells a Story, or The Wrong Items, is forthcoming from White Knuckle Press in 2017 and She Came Out From Under the Bed, (Poems Inspired by the Films of Guillermo del Toro) is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press. Recent work can be seen at Lime Hawk, concis, and Inter/rupture.

Visit: http://jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com/.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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