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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 weren’t looking)
the kind that you know
make my hips scream Circus Extraordinaire!
and
Bazaar!
because you like that
don’t you.
Even though you know it’s 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.