I I say this without malice <br />But I think of radishes <br />When I think of Alice, <br />Of cauliflower, of <br />Asparagus boiled <br />Of garlic cloves, <br />Of Non-Virgin oils, <br />Of bitter root, <br />And red pepper flakes; <br />Dating Alice <br />Was a mistake. <br /> <br />I also think of <br />Garter belts, <br />Of nylon stockings <br />And angry welts, <br />Of bra hooks tight <br />That won't unlock, <br />Of angry words <br />And lips that mock; <br />Of camisoles <br />Torn at the strap, <br />Of lie down times <br />And hands that slap; <br /> <br />When I think of Alice <br />And her acne scars, <br />And her crooked teeth <br />Eating Snickers bar; <br />The scornful way <br />She'd stand and pose, <br />The fights we had <br />Taking off her clothes; <br />My word she had <br />A bitchin' bod, <br />I swear her breasts <br />Made me think , , , <br />Of God.'<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alice-a-riff/
