The Girl in the Duct-tape Dress

The girl in the duct-tape dress
Doesn’t love herself.

She is so sexy in that tube of plastic.

But don’t be fooled,
She has tried to tape the eggshells
Back together.

You’re lucky 
Your momma loved you –
Step, step on them.

Her heart is not broken, it is
Flat.

Like a bicycle tire
It thwumps and drags, 
Exasperated rubber pains on pavement

Does a heart have a rim?
Endocardium.
Spokes? 
Chordae tendineae.

You,
Still there,
You stare and stare,
Closing parentheses you never even started)

The girl in the duct-tape dress
Has never had any sex.

She is a moon of the planet Intimacy,
Not a meteor steaming to meet it
Through the universe to rest at last in
Some ocean, some firm
And saline embrace.

She is senselessly in orbit,
One adhesive loop 
After another

Published by Johanne Boulat

Johanne Boulat was born in French-speaking Switzerland, where she lives again now, but she grew up under the resplendent California sun. For 21 years she basked in the spirit of the Wilderness, which she discovered on hiking as well as literary paths. She received her Bachelor of Science in Animal Biology from the University of California, Davis in 2012 and since then has worked as a scientific field aid, a translator, a sales specialist, and a running coach. In 2018, she completed her master’s degree in English Literature at the University of Lausanne in Switzerland. She now teaches English and Science at a local elementary school and dedicates her free time to the three “R”s: Running, Reading, and Writing.

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