Horror Movie Where I Play the Slut and My Death is Hilarious  

 

My sex is Frisbee with cigarette butts. My sex is in the barn,

chained up, red. It’s vagina dentata with a bit of bite; it’s Well sir, I can scream

real good and the fire ants won’t hurt so bad.

You have to play the part to get it. Do you

understand? I could deep throat a sword.

Who raised me to be bloodied? Do you keep the stain

or bleach it out? And who taught you to die

is a misstep on a banana peel? To be a man

is criminal, I think. Sometimes I dream about it. Cut

to body in the trough. Pigs—what a way

to go. They eat just about everything.


 

Lauren Yarnall is a third year Master of Fine Arts candidate in Poetry at the University of Idaho, where she also works as the co-editor-in-chief for Fugue. She is from Ellicott City, Maryland and received her bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing from Salisbury University. Lauren was named finalist of Yemassee's 2018 Poetry Contest and her work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Sugar House Review, Muzzle Magazine, Thrush Poetry Journal, Puerto del Sol, Yemassee, and elsewhere.

 

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