Ogle the detailing
on my little red beast
I drive like a man
I know you like
the broken edges
of my womanhood
You can't bite this
machine but you'll
find my skin
yields to teeth
The backseat isn't
made for company
but my flesh invites
nuanced readings
both broad and deep
Come here I'll drop
these bucket seats
I've already crashed
into the tree
the tow truck
will be awhile
I don't hear sirens yet
Author Bio:
Allyson Whipple is the director of the Austin Feminist Poetry Festival and the vice president of Austin Poetry Society. She was raised by a librarian and an attorney, so she grew up understanding the power of words. Perhaps it is only natural that she became a poet. Her chapbook, We're Smaller Than we Think We Are, was published in 2013. Allyson teaches at Austin Community College and in her spare time is pursuing a black belt in kung fu.
on my little red beast
I drive like a man
I know you like
the broken edges
of my womanhood
You can't bite this
machine but you'll
find my skin
yields to teeth
The backseat isn't
made for company
but my flesh invites
nuanced readings
both broad and deep
Come here I'll drop
these bucket seats
I've already crashed
into the tree
the tow truck
will be awhile
I don't hear sirens yet
Author Bio:
Allyson Whipple is the director of the Austin Feminist Poetry Festival and the vice president of Austin Poetry Society. She was raised by a librarian and an attorney, so she grew up understanding the power of words. Perhaps it is only natural that she became a poet. Her chapbook, We're Smaller Than we Think We Are, was published in 2013. Allyson teaches at Austin Community College and in her spare time is pursuing a black belt in kung fu.
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