from alix olson's chap book "only the starving want peace"

The Path I Took

She's crying and I want to
bust him in the lip
like the third grade bully
I gave my tuna and swiss to
every day. I pull back
my fist, prepare to aim,
picture black and blue swell
in his skinny grin. C'mon
slugger, he's saying, let's
see whatcha got. He's
watching me with
small point pin blue eyes,
calling me a girl, asking me
to bear my hoochie. So I
think about peace marches,
Martin Luther King,
all-you-can-eat brunches,
my Mom on a sweet summer day.
And I pound him to a pulp.
c 1998

for those of you NOT in the know, i have a HUGE crush on alix olson. not only is she just beat-beat-beat beautiful, but she's funny... and when she performs, oooohhhhh... esp. her love poems.. this-dyke-without-a-sex-drive-because-of-depression all of a sudden feels a little somethin'... hahahaha

posted by brooke at July 27, 2002 10:03:56 PM