by Dorianne Laux

The crunch is the thing, a certain joy in crashing through
living tissue, a memory of Neanderthal days.
-Edward Bunyard, The Anatomy of Dessert, 1929

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Hey, I haven't drafted a poem in, what? Five years? And I start again with a feminist, faintly teenaged-ranty one. Enh! I'd rather create dross than nothing at all, so I'll call it a win!

PS - It's inspired by this cool animation, found through Kenny, my best friend back when I was four. I found and friended him yesterday on Facebook, which seems ( Read more... )