KIDS WILL MAKE FUN OF AN EMPEROR IF YOU LET THEM
There is this fat man that I have my eye on. I have both eyes. I lure him with my buttered gloves, wagging, wagging. Shake my lashes into a field of black umbrellas, wagging. The fat man giggles.
All our perfect things are floating on the water. His fat foot, a yellow raft, his four toes, his fifth toe. A pink and wriggling bud the hydra arm of a toe. I lay there. He is singing row row row.
What did he mean. Elsa leads the floe and I am jealous, typical. My hair, unruly thatch of someone else's hair, lashing out. Fat holiday eyes. A festival of wet a looking into. Have a ball.
What I lack in a man is confidence. Water, lightness, puberty. Tiredness. Shut.
LA PETITE ZINE 25 · FREAKY FREEZE
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Elaine Kahn writes on the 3rd Floor in Northampton, Massachusetts. Her chapbook, CUSTOMER, was recently published by Glasseye Books / Ecstatic Peace Library. Poems have appeared, or are forthcoming, in AGRICULTURE READER, SIXTH FINCH, ELIMAE, PEACOCK ONLINE REVIEW, and elsewhere.