The Ramblings of a “Former” Buffy Bot

 

1/

 

Why are they called swallows?

 

Are they just really good at oral?

 

Lol.

 

 

2/

 

This place is old.

 

I feel old too.

 

Maybe we all do.

 

Warn and weathered as the rocks,

 

exhaustedly holding back tidal tears

 

inside their eroded, holy faces.

 

They’re smiling at me

 

with ugly gorgeous gaps in their teeth.

 

I smile back.

3/

 

Dear dad,

 

You died before I could do anything but love you.

 

Thank you for that

 

 

4/

 

Why is that coke bottle shaped like me?

 

Better bottle up that anger about being a bottle

 

Let’s face it with our effaced faces

 

We’re just a pair of pear-shaped pin ups

 

Let’s just let them eat us.

 

But only on Halloween

 

When it’s ok to eat eyeballs,

 

warts and all

 

 

5/

 

Sofia Coppola could trample me in those powder blue shoes from Marie Antoinette

 

And make my day

She’s the auteur architect of the gilded cage

 

Beautiful sadness, the single tear rolling down cheek moment in a castle made of frosting

 

Cause who wants to see poor people pain really? Like really really?

 

Shiny food and frufrufrufrufru

 

Champagne tears. Get it? Sham pain?

 

That’s what my eyes are hungry for

 

Hair ribbons and button noses

 

Careful now, don’t eat your lady fingers

 

Beau Grieg

Beau Grieg (she/her) is a Sydney-based feminist poet, producer and aspiring screenwriter and director. She is studying a Bachelor of Arts majoring in English and Film at the University of Sydney. She is interested in the power of the poem medium to broach complicated things such as gaze, death, sex and aging concisely.

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