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A poem by Jennifer Jackson Berry


It's hard to find feather roach clips.
There are no more square mirrors
of AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Ratt.
Spidora has legs made of Christmas lights.
I've stood in front of mirrors
to see my lingerie. I've fallen asleep waiting.
What did I look like to the girl he roped
into befriending me? Pre-web cams,
she didn't see my reaction to threesome?
or the follow up do you know the difference
between love & in love?
What did my face look like
when I was having one of those orgasms
he claimed I had, but didn't know I had?
I know what his face looked like when he grew tired.
I put my hand on top of his hand. He pulled back:
yeah, yeah, do yourself.
Even the best illusionists can't make us believe
it's a woman's head on a spider body.
We only wonder how her body is being hidden.
Fun house mirrors & fornication force us
to see every thing from every angle.
I saw both our disappointments over the bed.
He untied my legs.

— Jennifer Jackson Berry

Jennifer Jackson Berry's most recent chapbook When I Was a Girl is available online at Her poems have appeared in Harpur Palate, Connotation Press, Main Street Rag and Stone Highway Review, among others. She lives in Braddock Hills. Many writers featured in Chapter & Verse are guests of Prosody, produced by Jan Beatty and Ellen Wadey. Prosody airs every Saturday morning on 90.5 FM.

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