MARINA GIPPS Poems

We were treading on thin ice.
The sky looked grey,
raining that entire afternoon.
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That one morsel
Where the camera holds its gaze

Just long enough
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After she is raped, she begs him to hold her,
Asks him, Do you still love me?
Little Red Riding Hood speaking to a big bad wolf
Who answers meekly, 'Yes'.
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Awoke with an alarm clock meow.
After the little man on the train
Cut my spaghetti straps
In front of my mother and my father.
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When you’re high on sin after drinking wine,
it’s pretty festive…a small get together of two…
feeling so happy…I’m talking yesterday…
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He is the proverbial tree
Which takes root
Inside of me
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Of the one who lived in paris
& made movies about the art world,
living in the pompadour
of stained glass once seen
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A teacher with a bag of tricks,
Gold stars for the fool in the duncecap,
dressed like a klansman in a Catholic school.
How many stars can one collect
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Go to the neighboring Ukraine
where my old namesakes live,
where Russian shawls drape
their heads, hidden.
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No one can find me,
including airport krishnas
& fly-by-night devil worshippers.
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