The Dead Girls Speak in Unison
Do not pretend that you don't like it when we threaten you. We see you getting pheromone stink under the collar, moaning, baldly. Motionless, picturing decay. When we creak your step, when we crack your glass, when we tap tap tap, that is a bone that is all we have though we are very shiny, and filled with beetles. We are made entirely of bone. Like an idol. Like the tusk of some wonderful past. When you cleave to us, your skin will fuse, hot calcium meth, and in the myth, you will be named for us.
Copyright © 2010 by Danielle Pafunda. Used with permission of the author.
Danielle Pafunda is author of The Dead Girls Speak in Unison (Bloof Books, 2016). She teaches at the University of Wyoming, Laramie.
Date Published: 2010-10-29
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dead-girls-speak-unison