(Click the audio below to hear Miriam read her poem)
Teenage Girls Read Bukowski
This one ant, same one, I am positive,
Runs up and down my bad arm,
And I’ll have to kill it sooner
Or the quick ones and the dead tickle
My feelers—I admit freely, I don’t
Know how it all works.
I admit to you that I think you’re full of euphemisms.
What a wrong-sided business we style,
Is a for instance.
There are old men
Waiting to be fed by the young,
Waiting to be doped up
Or duped sideways.
However they can get it.
Ants traveling and staying put,
In numbers vast,
Warmth to warmth,
That keep returning,
To itch and to expire.
And wouldn’t you know it
More so now.
It’s usually always that same one you see.
Written by Miriam McEwen
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