Lodestar Quarterly

Lodestar Quarterly
Figure reaching for a star Issue 14 • Summer 2005 • Poetry

careful with your hand

Liz Henry

my dangerous
pussy

explodes
if touched

because my pussy
is a secret agent
who refuses to talk!

paramedic!
bomb-squad expert!
fire!
fuck me!

(emergency sirens
wail
and cars pull over

when you fuck me)
when you fuck me,

shocks
go CLEAR
up your arm!

powerlines
bloodwhip
snap!

copperlines
bust up yr
metacarpals
radius
ulna
electric
funnybone

right up
yr arm

fierce

to break
your heart!

Liz Henry is a poet and translator in the San Francisco Bay Area. She runs Tollbooth Press and a zine, Composite: Multiple Translations. Her work has been published in Two Lines, Fantastic Metropolis, Cipactli, Literary Mama, and Caesura.

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