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Published on January 9th, 2015 | by Samantha Barrow

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ROCCO: Boy Child Poems from THE BOOK OF BREEDING by Samantha Barrow

 

H E   W I L L   R E M E M B E R   N O N E   O F   T H I S

 

I call him Fatso

Little Rocco No-Neck

in my sweetest tones

 

like I am shaving

head to toe

the new pledge

who passed out

at my frat party

and filling his mouth

with whip cream

 

I wipe under his balls

pick his nose

pass him off to some nice

stranger so I can eat my dinner

with both hands

 

I put my boob in his mouth

 

I sing Baby Beluga again

and again

in funny accents

while bouncing

           

            you swim so wild and you swim so free

 

Perhaps he will develop

an unflappable

aversion

to whale watching

 

Rocco with boob

S P O R T S   C A R S

 

Fertility bounces up

over my nursing top

 

My nipples have moved

from object to subject

no longer the passive

gazed at, represented

spoken for, museumified, painted

unconsented ad reps for bottles

of Presidente, Mazdas

Gyros, Software, Baseball

They are action figures

themselves now

FIREWOMEN

come to squirt out hunger

thirst, loneliness

 

They talk back

speak when not spoken to

demand easy access

to the outside world

barely contained in this bra

with the one handed flip latch

 

They want to drive this convertible

with the top

DOWN

 

rolls

T H E   U N B O R N

 

My name is Ruby

I am the one

who lost

I am the one

you flushed

I am Rocco’s twin sister

that will not happen

older?

younger?

we’ll never know

 

My name is Ruby

ironically so

Aunt Ruby, blood red

many facets

none possible

I am the dark shadow

in the corner of the dream

where the jolly jumper swung

empty to be reabsorbed

in the hollow

 

Rocco

swings and yanks, Rocco

laughs and jerks, Rocco

takes up all the space he needs

in the giant romper room

now his and his alone

Not enough room

for the two of us, BITCH

He—round-faced and red-blond

like a fat Conan O’Brien—

squealed like Beavis

as he kicked me

out

 

my teeth

already beginning to dream

of opening mouths and sinking

into bananas

jumped ship into his head

his jaw is filled

with little white pods

too many

too early

as I dissolve

pink

into the shadows

 

sam n r black sweatshirts

These poems are culled from an ongoing series titled The Book of Breeding, which will become an actual book in the future.

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About the Author

Samantha Barrow

Samantha Barrow writes poems and some prose while directing the Humanities in Medicine at the Sophie Davis School of Biomedical Education at The City College of New York, and teaching in the Program of Narrative Medicine at Columbia.

She is the author of GRIT and tender membrane (Plan B Press), Jelly (a chapbook, Tiger / Monkey Alliance), and Chap (self published).  Her poetry, prose, reviews and interviews have been published in The Ledge Magazine, The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Philadelphia City Paper, Off Our Backs, Lesbian Nation, Feminist Review, The Intima, Cleaver, Helmet Hair and two Uphook Press Anthologies: “you say. say.” and “Hell Strung and Crooked.



One Response to ROCCO: Boy Child Poems from THE BOOK OF BREEDING by Samantha Barrow

  1. Elizabeth Johnson says:

    Please send info when your book is available.

    <3
    Liz the Teach!!

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