An ache in her gut, <br />her faith in existentialism <br />more numb than lost, <br />she clings to the romantic fantasy <br />that Lacan is her biological father. <br />Louis Lacan, Jaques Lacan, <br />any Lacan will do. <br /> <br /> <br />She is emaciated, possibly anorexic, <br />and addicted to migraines. <br />Her face is adrift with pain. <br />Salt spills from her nostrils. <br /> <br /> <br />She labels herself 'a closet Luddite', <br />yet spends twelve hours a day <br />on the internet. She can only <br />achieve orgasm in graveyards. <br /> <br /> <br />Her type is common. <br />Some would say generic.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masked-woman-at-a-poetry-reading/
