Two Poems by Martha Zweig (poetry, ’98)

An excerpt from “Beauty Sleep,” one of two poems by Martha Zweig (poetry, ’98) at Scoundrel Time:

 

 

Beauty Sleep 

Kwitcher bitchin, dad snorted. Shut

yer yap up. I hated the salt
stinging my cheeks, it curdled my sass.

Little blue gas flames itched in the kitchen.
A pudding seethed, the better to set.
Pulpy crushed gripes folded in.

Bard: the excellent thing
in a woman’s her stifled voice.
Her boa: sleek silken throat gag. […continue reading here]