Betsy Johnson-Miller lives in the Midwest with a great family. Maybe that's why she had a much easier time writing a fuck you poem than coming up with anything interesting to say about herself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bush Beast

 

 

I swear

in front of all these clowns

and fat-faced children that if you walk away

 

I will wear black

 

underwear

 

the kind men wish they could wear

            (or did when their mothers werenít looking)

 

the kind that you know

            make my hips scream Circus Extraordinaire!

                                                                                    and

                        Bazaar!

 

because you like that

donít you.

 

Even though you know itís time

to say goodbye

 

you want to ride me one more time

like the Corkscrew

                        or Bush Beast

           

holding your breath

my hand

 

                        while everything rises

 

the pull  up up oh yes up

 

 

 

 

s

 c

  r

   e

    a

     m

    i

   n

 g

 

 

when I decide

the only fuck

 

is you.