The Female Of The Species

the watch tore the hair from his wrist
he could smell coconut shampoo
as in the time he’d been left
to his sisters’ tender mercies
they’d gone after him tweezers and paint
prettied him up like a trout
that had just undergone scaling

there were sane women in his family
auntie; ER doctor with scoliosis
and a penchant for identifying waitresses
at a crossroads and taking them
like a professional shoplifter – just
another victimless crime

cousin; artist, drunk, who constructed
shimmering four story walls
of aluminum cans, entire dioramas explaining
the role of christianity in the expansion
of the major fragrance houses of Europe
then bashed them apart with a bowling ball

but none of them wanted his mother’s watch
big and silver like the head of a hippopotamus
blowing stale air from its nostrils
watching the horned moon as it duplicated
across the shimmering face of a bloodwarm lake

the case was engraved, ‘Given with love
to a relentless combatant,’ and left unsigned
at night it ticked like a cooling
diesel engine and secretly longed
to lick the salt from his denuded arm

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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