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a poem by Adrienne Christian
Ode to a Bloody Mary
Bloody Mary,
We bad girls love to say your name
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary--
it's like we’re being permitted
to talk dirty about the Virgin
without being condemned to burn
in that perpetual lake of fire.
Lake of red, spicy in my glass--
complemented by a nice, long
celery stalk;
we bad girls like to suck on that stalk
before sliding it inside
your red,
wet jacket.
You're no Friday night girl like us bad girls.
You're
a Sunday morning lady
even though
when those women take their daughters
off to church
you just sit there on the counter
looking luscious.
We bad girls love to say your name
Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary--
it's like we’re being permitted
to talk dirty about the Virgin
without being condemned to burn
in that perpetual lake of fire.
complemented by a nice, long
celery stalk;
we bad girls like to suck on that stalk
before sliding it inside
your red,
wet jacket.
You're
a Sunday morning lady
even though
when those women take their daughters
off to church
you just sit there on the counter
looking luscious.
© by Adrienne Christian
Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #9 ~ May 2010