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Magazine

You open up at me

Quotation marks drool and

There are so many breasts.

The Land of Oz is where Real men R

And Price Upon Request.

 

Heroin goddesses and latina babes,

Hold the purse and hold the shoe and hold my frickin’ face.

Page 69 has the story but page 70 has the goods:

Sexy little red riding hood hunting Wolfie in the woods.

 

Stick your head under the seat to get more plastic,

Date your stepson to get more dick,

All these vitamins will make you sick

Quick, do it do it honey, do it quick.

 

Gardens in winter, gardens in spring.
Glossy fruity pages,

Sparkling young things.

Ah reality what is this machine:

The beautiful, the perverse…the magazine.

 

Francis Bacon Tribute

All your teeth are

Reassembled:

Rearranged, the colors

Tremble.

 

DC fountains outside sparkle.

Inner maroon and dark

Black drips,

Twisted oceans,

Beds as ships.

 

Nudes melting on their seats,

Figures in landscapes,

Figures with meat.

 

March 22

Places in my memory

Made holy by

Your step.

You shine a yellow light

In my perpetual ever night.

 

Did you know your silhouette

Stretched across the garden sky?

All the flowers turned

To watch you walk on by.
You didn’t know

Your hot brown voice

Could reach me through the years;

All my ego did not conquer

Basest thoughts and fears.
Tony you will never know

How much I loved you then,

Our youth lasting until the dawn:

Stolen kisses,

Hot tub lawns,

Blood down Hondas…

Your eyes so bleak.

And all your strength

Turned me weak.

Sara Sass is originally from Philly, 23, and lives in DC.
She likes when sentences start and end on time (preferably in rhyme);
Elephants, mountains, and Nabokov,
Biomedical surgeries and hardcore rock.

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