Saturday, May 29, 2010

Barbie at Communion

Barbie Broken


Young men pass me by,
prefer cracker guns to plastic
flesh, pull triggers
that pop like an Amen, can
we say Amen. Young girls
see possibility, not in my
eyes that probe for
communion with their
childlike hearts, but in
flesh they can hold,
bare my breasts
to cross cold floors.
I turn my branded back
to them as if to say to
girlish priests, this is
my body, break, leave.

This poem is in celebration of Barbies at Communion. It is also a piggyback poem to the title poem in that collection. If you'd like a chance to win the book, stop by Tweetspeak Poetry and leave a comment before Thursday night.

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Broken Barbie photo by L.L. Barkat.

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Blogger Kathleen Overby said...

aye lassie, pain infused words.

8:44 PM  
Anonymous Maureen said...

This is a wow.

10:37 PM  
Blogger n. davis rosback said...

oooh oooh ooh good one!

11:02 PM  
Blogger A Simple Country Girl said...

Each time I read it, I get something else out of it. How did you layer so much on this naked barbie?


1:04 AM  
Blogger Megan Willome said...

I am truly amazed that you can create a poem with such spiritual resonance out of a BARBIE!

8:46 AM  
Blogger Marcus Goodyear said...

What happened to Gethsemane? I liked that so much.

10:05 AM  
Blogger Laura said...

Poor Barbie. Never the bread to break.

1:56 PM  
Anonymous Short Poems said...

Your blog is really a joy to visit and read :)

5:21 AM  
Blogger Madame Rubies said...


10:09 AM  
Anonymous heather said...

I particularly like the spot about the branded back. It seems an interesting juxtaposition with Memorial Day.

1:14 PM  
Blogger Marcus Goodyear said...

Can I just say this: of all the Barbie poems, this one has stuck with me. It feels like a variation on Barbies at Communion, Beethoven and Glen Gould style.

My favorite part is the triggers that pop like an Amen and the reverberation of the gun shot, "can we say Amen."

I also love the painful pun on Barbie's branded back, and the last word of the poem is shocking.


10:49 AM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

Wow. I love this, so many powerful lines. I love "Pop like an Amen" and "communion with their childlike hearts", amazing how you capture so much in so few, choice words.

12:38 PM  

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