Sculpture by Mark Behme
Poetry by JoAnne Growney
"Drop Dead Gorgeous" and "Cupcake Boy"
A beautiful girl and a pretty boy
are a match that's bound to happen--
for both know how to kiss and tell
and to love (both quickly and often).
He brags that she's drop-dead gorgeous;
he's sweeter than chocolate, she cries.
Helpless voyeurs, we watch when they kiss
to see if they open their eyes.
The world most loves a story of love
whose lovers love much too much--
for then a sad ending is certain to come
and the rest of us feel our good luck.
Which Girl Am I?
The girl who's not forced to divide
into the good girl and the real one
is a lucky one. I was eleven
when I felt a crack begin.
In time I fully split--two minds
took on two heads, two faces,
two cuts of hair. Mock feelings
serve as well as true ones,
I told myself --but buried parts
still surface like cicadas in their year.
Long division is difficult
and plagued with remainders.
A girl with two heads
is like a bird with one wing.