Daddy was an expert at driving the lab animals mad
It was his job, it was his passion. Daddy had talent for it.
Daddy married a woman with a pretty child and no maternal
Instinct drove them to it. Unhinge that child Daddy, see what
She can take. The little whore becomes your slave until she is
Too old. Unhinge that child. What is she but a ticking time bomb.
Call her a liar and she becomes one, threaten the cage again, bind her
Mind with fear like Chinese women’s feet. Women are used to torture
The women her mother hates so much, apron wearing women, domesticated
Dumb cows. The girl will run the hamster wheel of repetition repetition repetition
Until she’s the only one left alive, alone at last. Talks about it like normal life, like
normal life
Like Normal life.
©2009 Peggy Pendleton
5 comments:
It was really lovely to read all that poetry. I always read it as if it is a painting, following the brush strokes.
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Intense imagery in your words. Very profound and cuts to the chase. I love it!!
Stuff that speaks of the personal is so hard to write. I like this because it feels jagged, fragmented like the life it speaks of.
I read every one of these poems. All I can say is, WOW.
Very powerful writing and imagery. Painting is a good analogy.
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