Diary of a Serial Killer
Wednesday, January 24
Today I went to the Piggly-Wiggly.
They had a special
on tomato soup.
(I know what you're thinking! Well,
I am an artist, of a sort.)
I have a taste for the red stuff—
my apartment is all-white.
(I use quite a lot of bleach)
and the scrubbing does
get tedious,
but the Scot Towels
are most helpful
in that regard).
You wouldn't think it
to look at me,
but I like a bit of skirt—
a flounce, an A-line,
the turn of an ankle.
That last girl—the bleach-blonde,
she didn't want any soup
at all, but ultimately,
there was enough
of the red stuff
to fill me up.
Kat Mortensen©2012
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| Photo by Bob Edelman, 1965 |
This poem is prompted by the above photo from The Mag. Please visit the link to view fine interpretations of the image in poetry and prose. Thanks.
