Her Body Betrays Her

in Poetry
By Penny Perry

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The hand of the man who shoved her son against a wall, still sets wild fires up her spine.

She hates his words, yet hungers for his tongue.

She prays: Take this longing from my lips, rip nerve ends from my buzzing fingers.

Make my crotch as dry as last night’s chicken bones.

Make my shoulders a shelter for my son.

Make my nipples yearn only for the new baby’s mouth.

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About Penny Perry

PennyPerryKateHardingMugPenny Perry is a six-time Pushcart Prize nominee in poetry and fiction. Her work has appeared in California Quarterly, Lilith, Redbook, Earth's Daughter, the Paterson Literary Review and the San Diego Poetry Annual.

Her first collection of poems, Santa Monica Disposal & Salvage (Garden Oak Press, 2012) earned praise from Marge Piercy, Steve Kowit, Diane Wakoski and Maria Mazziotti Gillan.

She writes under two names, Penny Perry and Kate Harding.

Photo credit: Jonas Tegnerud via a Creative Commons license.