I say this without a hint of malice
But I think of radishes
When I think of Alice,
Of cauliflower, of
Asparagus boiled
Of garlic cloves,
Of Non-Virgin oils,
Of bitter root,
And red pepper flakes;
Dating Alice
Was a big mistake.
....
I also think of
Garter belts,
Of nylon stockings
And angry welts,
Of bra hooks tight
That won't unlock,
Of angry words
And lips that mock;
Of camisoles
Torn at the strap,
Of lie down times
And hands that slap;
....
When I think of Alice
And her acne scars,
And her crooked teeth
Eating Snickers bars;
The scornful way
She'd stand and pose
The fights we had
Taking off her clothes;
My word she had
A bitchin' bod,
I swear her breasts
Made me think...
Of God.'
David McLansky
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/subject-alice-a-riff-for-myke/
