Let's workshop this poem that depicts a taboo scene between a man, a woman, and a young girl--a scene rife not only with genital stank but also with themes of coercion, complicity, consent, and incest
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Less about who
the driver-seat cameraman is,
we wonder “where”
the moaning mother is:
right leg on the dash
as he twists her nipple,
her preschool “princess”
between her thighs
jerking him
with “mama spit”—head
pinned in clitoral suckle
for the hush of complicity.
“We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.”—Kafka (against the safe-space cancel culture pushed by anti-art bullies, left and right)
You using the acronym "PYT" makes me think of the Michael Jackson song of that name from the 1980s. (But I suspect that yours doesn't stand for "Pretty Young Thing").
Wow. Coincidence.
You using the acronym "PYT" makes me think of the Michael Jackson song of that name from the 1980s. (But I suspect that yours doesn't stand for "Pretty Young Thing").