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Spring 2005 Issue


Where you tink you goin’?
No gimme that bullshit.
Not going your mama’s house.

You. Gonna go see him.
No lie. I said no lie.
Fuck you an’ your excuses.

I know. You stay relax, swaying
wen you come home, smelling like
one woman outta da jungle. Wet.
Hot. Wild. I see da cum
on your red lace panties

Fuck that shit about one yeast
infection. You infected alright.
By one whore’s disease.

Get back ova here. No beg me
fo’ stop. You should be
begging fo’ fo’giveness. Sinning
like one of those fuckin’ prostitutes
outta Jerusalem. Too bad you no
got no Jesus to save you. I’m da one saving you.

Das right. Cry. Baptize Yourself
Wit your own tears.
You know you like be saved.
No ack like you goin’ eva leave me.
Get my hands ‘round your wrists
no matta where you stay.
You keep comin’ back fo’ more.
You always going be my whore.

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Editor's Note


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Susan Bynum is a poet and writer living in Honolulu, Hawaii. She is currently attending the University of Hawaii at Manoa as a Master's candidate in English. The SN review is her first publication.

Copyright 2005, Susan Bynum. This work is protected under the U.S. copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or altered without the expressed written permission of the author.