Poetry: SLICK –Sarah J. Mann

Slick 

I think there’s
more to be said
’bout
how much time you spend
in the church
of ‘don’t worry baby’
being rang from the back of
a
broke down diner car
like
I can’t hear the
rasp in your fingers
and the
sand in your voice
I think there’s
more to the story
’bout
that girl that you called
a good jar to keep cum in
like
I wanna know what she ever
did to you
to deserve your
tombstone teeth
taking a bite from her
delicious dignity
I think there’s
a ticking
’bout
that sort of sick making
way you stomach the
bubbly gum pink
sewer sequins
to get
a god’s eye view
of the tunnel of love swans
fucking
like
don’t let the five dollar ticket fool you
this circus costs a lot more
and
I am preferable
something ’bout
cobweb and garter belts
like
the slate can get wiped clean
with a
soot stained rag
I think
there’s a reasoning
’bout
every bone you broke
and
every one you’re breaking
and
that and
your gold cowboy boots.

Sarah J. Mann is an Australian ex-pat best known for taking jobs away from hard working American citizens in the twenty years she has called the United States her home. Additionally she is an actress, playwright and poet currently living in London, England. As a young girl Sarah’s passion for exaggerating the truth formed amid the tide-pools of York, Maine. She managed to write her way to twenty-six on a furious passion for performance and literature. She is still writing.

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