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One Told Me Barbie Could Wear Ken Clothes
Dad’s coming to visit.
I calculate the perfect time for a haircut.
When it’s not too cold out—
But my hair isn’t too long to behave.
I can control my hair.
K-mart had pudding, patty-melts,
Icees, and Ken clothes
Church was my family’s living room.
I learned about birth in the closet with
my cat.
Ken fucked all the Barbies
Between outfits.
Where is my husband?
My Ken doll?
The preacher who fondled the nursery-school
teacher?
Barbie was naked.
My cat went crazy
Healed
Left.
-- Deanna D. Horton
| Deanna is a fifth generation northern Californian.
She attended Cal State-Chico, where she recieved her BA in political science,
then furthered her education in liturature and writing at Georgia State
University in Atlanta. She lives in Sacramento with partner Shan. |
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