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| ***BIO*** Tamie Gaudet graduated from Queen's University with a degree in English and history. She lives in the Thousand Islands with her husband and three children. Her poems have been published in Poetry Canda, Mannequin Envy, Artistry of Life and Quills: A Canadian Poetry magazine. |
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| Dinner for One and a Half |
| by Tamie Gaudet |
| He should have worn fatigues.
Jesus, he’s making me tired. Ken’s clothes never did fit GI Joe because a woolen suit never hides a wolf. I hear little clocks in my eyes with second hands spinning around pupils to count the minutes until I can leave Joe to play with himself and I can chemically eliminate memories of this plastic man. He hopes my lean means I’m drunk but I am just trying to see who pushes the square in his back that makes him talk and lift his arms at the same time. Would a search for his off switch result in mechanical gropes? I might have to kill him. Maybe throw him into the fireplace, melt him into silicone soup, and recycle him into the boob of his dreams. Barbie is painted mute but I have a voice and a tongue that often cuts before it kisses. I am not a doll and did not dress for dinner to become a toy. Say my name like you mean it or don’t tell me how to wear my hair. It’s down tonight to remind me of better men who twisted it with hands that smoothed every thought from my head. Joe assumes he’s on the prowl but he fell into a pit hours ago and prances in circles, ringed by dirt walls where even the blind worms saw me pay my bill and leave long before dessert |
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| June 2006 |
| 64 |