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By Donna Kuhn
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Printed by: Chapultelpec Press
Printed in: California
Date: 2004
Price: 10$ (includes shipping & tax)
No. of pages: 30
Type: Chapbook
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by Donna Kuhn
Egyptian Liposuction
by Donna Kuhn
Source: Purse No Birds (2004)
I would rather give up almost anything.
have the fat sucked out of my whore.
u want to get liposuction in egypt?
that is the where the whore is, thank you.
was yr dads name on her thights?
was yr dads name almost anything?
my fathers name was green stuff.
its disgusting. i like to throw thins.
I could swear its george burns.
what's with the fetuses?
what's going on? u said he's not dead.
dead people in a fancy drawer.
yes, please come here stuffing yr face.
i don't want to have almost anything.
I dont want to have my fat sucked.
why are we talking? i would rather give up.
death and thigh fat and stuff.
was my fathers name bernards thighs?
wnehn iim in the tub i like to throw things.
Donna Kuhn is from California. She is a visual artist, poet, dancer/choreographer and videograher. Her visual art includes drawing, painting, mask making. doll making, jewelry and collage.
crumbs of my blue
by Donna Kuhn
Source: Purse No Birds (2004)
just drink the black eyes
just drink like a pelican
yesterday u missed her blue
u were falling apart in lingo
bomb shelter anyone can
have a key i like brazilians
with migraines a man
is talking as fast as a
bomb shelter i say
i don't like winter
i see a hand, silver hair
its winter in boulder
new mexico, i can do it
crumbs of my blue
she want to be his face
painted primitive
silver hair like winter
just drink in the black dress
yr gone and she wants to be
the black eyes.
Poems copyrighted 2004-2005 by Donna Kuhn.
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by Donna Kuhn
Source: Purse No Birds (2004)
where are the caves, pelican moon?
almonds in yr teeth, sarcastic sandpaper
a planet in yr teeth, skin the cowboy moon
good, now chatter; thanks for the baby toys
abstraction and moon doors
moon of paper horses
thanks for the torn out lake
trees are t.v. now
imitation baby skin, italian mermaids
when u come in and don't
the freeway has every cowboy
u come here, feel plutonium
idiot happiness, snoring songe
how my father is torn out
paper horses enuf for u
under a bird
thanks for the italian moon
now skin the cowboy a planet
where are the caves enuf for u
father is torn out of a snoring spnge.