Bloody Mary

By April Bernard April Bernard
Note who’s got to go
today, don’t fuss
about the means,
just go ahead behead,
impale, starve, strappado,
the sheer assortment
of choices enough
to make a crown
crow. They never
loved me enough.
It must be said: They
were a disappointment.

When divine mother
love wears out, I just
reverse the robe
from blue to red.
I like a flat ground
to build the next town,
city, empire of disgust.
All the waste you see,
that’s what I did,
none of that happened
to me. I did that.
I made that. I killed that. I.

Source: Poetry (June 2014).

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This poem originally appeared in the June 2014 issue of Poetry magazine

June 2014
 April  Bernard

Biography

April Bernard’s most recent poetry collection is Romanticism (W.W. Norton, 2009). A novel, Miss Fuller, was published by Steerforth Press in 2012.

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SUBJECT Living, Death, Social Commentaries, Gender & Sexuality, Mythology & Folklore, Horror

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