Lovely Penguin

So if you ever wonder what it feels like to be a sorority girl, I can’t tell you. I can tell you this. I realize that I’m running with semantic scissors right now. So email me if you have a question. I don’t want to ruin the mood.
by marie gordon
My body has deceived me
It raised me like its own
Like I was a woman

It turned my stomach inside
And here I lay out contents…

There is a beating hallway
It tunnels into where I live
It’s pushing and I walk
Accelerated by its current

Through this sweaty place
There are big ugly fish
But there are silicone bears
Too

Then there are the deer
Oh, the deer
Then there’s the skunks
Nothing more to say

Except the most bothersome
Tiresome and sickly little moth
It’s propagating
Fluttering about like a worthy ant

This is what the lions hate
They don’t hate the deer
That feed them
Or the skunks, which give them
A lesson to teach the kids

They hate that moth
Its soft little buttery wings
That are dusty and smooth
They slip under doorways

They feed off your plants
Without you even knowing
That’s the problem
They must be surveilled

This is a hallway
I live on it to
Pretend to be a mockery
Of self-denying feminine agency

The truth is
I can’t tell yet
If I’m here to kill the lion
Or shake the dust off
Onto his wiggly nose

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