Dear Fuckface
Everyone thinks you’re
the Goddess of Compassion
but I know you also have
piles & a scarcely controlled
urge to sing for a living.
So much for you. Here
everything is stupid as I
have a dwindling flu
which necessitates my
finally paying attention to
my dwindling pocketbook.
How about some bucks,
Goddess Baby? any amount
about five I’d appreciate &
continue to light at your
alter the incense I steal
from the neo-Rocky Mountain
healthfood store. I
still like you either way.
Love,
Bubbles.
This is by Alice Notley. I had the pleasure of seeing her read poetry at CSU about a month ago. She is an accomplished poet who takes my breath away. The poem “Dear Fuckface” was given to me by my poetry workship fascilitator, who seems to think that my poetry is similar and that I can stand to learn from Alice Notley. I couldn’t agree more.
How could my fascilitator have know? This poem expresses perfectly how I feel about some people I knew in high school.
