Mickey Z

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

"She makes you love her/She is your master"

My friend, Christine Hamm, is the author of an excellent new book of poetry called The Transparent Dinner.

This collection will arouse you...and I don’t just mean sexual arousal (although that will happen). Christine’s words will arouse all your senses. Here’s a sample:

The Bad Secretary
She weeps into your coffee; staples memos to her blouse. She has acne; her lipstick smears. She breaks up with her boyfriend every other weekend and makes you hear about it. She is always twenty minutes late. She sometimes answers the phone with a stunned silence, as if she’s forgotten not only where she works and who she is, but what a phone is. She loses files. She erases files. She gets a manicure once a week and has sunsets painted on her nails. Her nails are so long she can’t type. She has carpal tunnel so she can’t type. She shows up one Monday in a neck brace. She forgets to wear a bra. She swears (a lot). She refuses to get you lunch. You find a voodoo doll of yourself in her desk. She makes you hate her. She smells of cinnamon and dog shit. When she wears a tank top, you swear you see the flutter of wings around her shoulder blades. Your palm pilot melts in its cradle. Your tie makes like a lobster and pinches your nose. Your titanium G-4 explodes. You can’t stop yourself from putting your tongue in her mouth. She doesn’t wear underwear. She doesn’t bathe. She makes you love her. She is your master.

That’s hot...