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Repugnant Republic

By Pam Grossman

Editor’s Note: Here’s another in the series, this one’s not an essay but it’s still a reaction. Send yours to writing@noahbrier.com

You cut your wrists and ooze Coca-cola

You scrub your mouths TV-clean with Ivory soap

Your bibles are filled with dollar bills and candy bars

You snack on our safety

You measure our morality in increments of your dick size

You protect the lives of my unborn fetuses and send me

Into a sick world with no medicine,

A poisoncloud with no gasmask,

A chaos sea with no liferaft,

A bloodroom with no heart.

Oh monsters, monsters all, with golden lancets

And hexing prayers

A jubilation of damnation

A declaration of better-than-ness.

My strong, lamenting brothers,

my fierce and aching sisters,

I, too, have a dream:

The ones who will topple head-first into Hades

Are those who stand on tiptoes to be closest to God’s face.

Pam Grossman is a little person who is too creative for her own good.

November 3, 2004