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catholic girl in the back-seat




Because we are rebels,
we park on the double yellow lines-

my belly is not stiff with roots
and you find your way easily enough,
as our shadows play tongue tricks
that lengthen in the evening

they are the costumes we were born in:
& they dance around me, separated.

In the darkness
you make tracks to my lips,
the narrow crevice
of a seed- watch for me to break
and bloom;
petals peeled like the scales of
a sleeping cobra, each one
desperately similar

as I wonder
what a horse thinks
on the way to the slaughter house

you moan “Ackee—”
and (un-)ripe me in the backseat

but do not realise
itcould kill you, Adam. 

Author notes

Ackee is poisonous when eaten before it is ripe

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  • mcw120588
    August 22, 2007
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    amazing. the imagery and the meaning here is absolutely perfect. wonderful job!


  • Sabrinasgarden
    August 14, 2007

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    Another good write

    As always you find a way to make use of the most mundane topic and turn it into a spectacular piece.

    Well done


  • CarCrashHumor
    August 13, 2007

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    "my belly is not stiff with roots
    and you find your way easily enough,
    as our shadows play tongue tricks
    that lengthen in the evening

    they are the costumes we were born in:
    & they dance around me, separated."

    such clear images!


  • blondone
    August 13, 2007

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    Deep and powerful writing deep seeded emotions appear grand imagery and the words flow with ease a wonderful write...


  • FalopianTube
    August 10, 2007

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    Just the title drew me in...

    I love your descriptions. I.E., "my belly is not stiff with roots"... Who thinks of stuff like that? It's awesome.

    I'm not even sure how to describe this one. It's just freaking awesome. I love, love, LOVE it. !


  • Moonshinesuicide
    August 6, 2007

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    as I wonder
    what a horse thinks
    on the way to the slaughter house

    love that line,
    this is a really well written piece xx


  • Heart Sutra
    August 4, 2007
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    Great poem! congratulations on the silver!


  • J.J. Sass
    August 4, 2007
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    Yes, very dangerous to venture into unripe territories.
    And catholic girls are so naughty lol!

    Oh, it's also poisonous when not prepared/cooked properly even when it is ripe.

    That half hour came in pretty handy here, as I think this was fine writing indeed deary.


  • Cat gold member
    August 4, 2007
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    good poetry girl.. good poetry

    m


  • petrichor
    August 4, 2007

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    'In the darkness
    you make tracks to my lips,
    the narrow crevice
    of a seed'

    Wow, I loved that whole verse. It's like it just suddenly took a bitter turn, very dark indeed. I like it being linked to ackee being poisonous. very viscious.
    well done in the contest!

    <33


  • NurseChilly gold member
    August 4, 2007
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    strong and poignant hun

    loved it... well done

    G.x

  • J.J. Sass
    August 2, 2007

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    Ackee is yummy (especially with salt fish). That's my national dish!

    Now, I'm just waiting for your yummy write Jess. (no pressure of course)

    • -ButterflyCuts-
      August 4, 2007
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      :S no.. it's really not my best. I've had no time till half an hour this morning to do it, and I'm already late. Never mind


  • JustDavey
    August 2, 2007
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    no offense but im lost as to what im supposed to be reading?

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