Palate
My lips graze your shoulder safe
in white sheets. Our universe, a platter
of delicate sweets. I am Hatchetface
in each instance of ugly: delinquent
in a tight black girdle.
Meanwhile a mountain of candy piles
on the floor and my new lover chews.
You too can be a companion: a man
as good as a woman as good as a man
and my fate is green. This is the feast
of tattooed men.
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In modern times spirit beings are lunatics
uncaused overeaters, anonymous.
We are in a big cat revolution—
two hungry bodies claw for the prize.
Nathalia Perozo received her MFA from The New School, where she served as Co-Chair of the Feminist Writer’s Organization. Her current project is a collection of poems inspired by Marilyn Monroe entitled Divinity. Nathalia lives and works in New York City.
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