Sister Act
My little Where-the-Wild-Things-Are
The googley-eyed one
frail
and curious
a Muppet propped on sticks
her hair in a ragged twist
clumping down her neck in a foamy trail of Cherry 7-Up snarls
The older one the beast
with wild eyes
that scream for sex
Her little midget march
around the kitchen
Dramatic
she faints over the couch
forgets
and finds the television
Her yellow brown curls pop in a firework fuzz around her fat cabbage patch kid frown
She could knock you dead with one kick
The boys all knew they should keep away
but she suckered them in
A spider spinning silk
she’d twirl one ringlet round her index finger
and look them sideways out of those fat-lashed little eyes
and they’d be sitting quiet on the couch
until she'd chase them out screaming
and waving her hockey stick
“COME BACK! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO COME BACK!!!”
She’d sob and mix snot into her tangled mop
and later
plot revenge
with tiny squeezing fists
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