From the green forests we came
Black and lush
In our beauty—
Thick lipped, black eyed,
Muscular and strong.
This is the prickly pear
where the eagle bit the snake.
This is the brown virgin
who sees everything.
This is the matted hair
of a blood-splattered priest.
Do I have sparkles on my butt?
No seriously.
They would be red or maybe green.
Glitzy and obscene
The kind you find on scrawl needle Christmas tree
made from macaroni
I wrote a poem in 90 seconds
Helen of Troy and six vixens
they told me not to count on a hole in one
but it was the whole pizza
with sausage
red paper and ribbon
in a stripey stocking