Bison Woman
I don’t usually post on Saturday but I don’t want to leave that mopey shit up all weekend.
Here is something I wrote long before the blog was born. It’s the weirdest thing, I still love it.
No Martha
Don’t you tell me what to do
I have enough problems already.
Go to bed
And give me your dentures
‘Cause last night you bit me
And it’s bad to sleep with them in.
Take me to another world
A dream
Where everything smells better
And I can jump
Like a gazelle
Do gazelles jump?
They bound
I could bound like one
I could bound through a grassy savanna
Away from the tigers
Away from the bison
Away from you
You disgusting bison woman
Give me your teeth goddamnit
Why are you fighting me on this
It’s like you want to bite me.
I don’t know.
This isn’t how I’d imagined marriage
Maybe next life
I’ll come back
As something asexual
A self pollinator or cloner would be nice
Reproduction
Is not worth
This battle.
Bison woman
I think I love you
But I wanna know for sure
Come on and hold me tight…
…YES I got the teeth!
Sweet victory!
Sweet, sweet victory
Sweet dreams
I don’t know
Her teeth
Even when in my hand
Are so strong and square and darkly toned
They intimidate me
Ruminant teeth
Why would the dentist
Choose such a color
I guess he knew what matched her best
It’s more an art than a science
Like much of life
Like marriage
Sometimes brown is as close to white
As you can accept
And that’s not very close to white at all.
Sarah D. Silvey 