Poetry by Iris Preaker

             ​Jason Trbovich CC




LIPLICKER

We bite men into shards & then dissect them
Candy girls, our bodies bright enough to eat
My boyfriend likes spray tans & baby birds, she says,
his strange red hungers.
I leave meat out to the boys, let it char & rot.
Sundays we weave our hair into each other’s scalps,
call ourselves bitter Gods, Jesus Christ
in a cheap wig. 
We say girlhood is a split tendon
Girlhood is a clean knife
Our wounds are shiny like apple teeth
Perfect white molars we use to kiss





ALMOST FAMOUS

Bulimia cake, she vomits
up tinsel & cheap stars.
Wants to eat the camera,
suck gelatin from its
bones. I’m endless, she says,
of her strangled waist.
Calorie queen. Chewing
gum, she will lick
her fingers clean of fame.
watch the audience flicker
like ash below her. 
Plugs her ears like a vacant
dream. 

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Iris Preaker is a sad girl writer and a junior in high school. Her work has been recognized by the Lumiere Review, FEED Lit Mag and the Adroit Journal.
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